When he heard of the woe of Rosamund Wulf well-nigh shed tears.
"We have our lives," he said, "but how shall we save her?
While Masouda stayed with her there was some hope, but now I can see none." "There is none, except in God," answered Godwin, "Who can do all things--even free Rosamund and make her your wife.

Also, if Masouda is at liberty, we shall hear from her ere long; so let us keep a good heart." But though he spoke thus, the soul of Godwin was oppressed with a fear which he could not understand.

It seemed as though some great terror came very close to him, or to one who was near and dear.

Deeper and deeper he sank into that pit of dread of he knew not what, until at length he could have cried aloud, and his brow was bathed with a sweat of anguish.

Wulf saw his face in the moonlight, and asked: "What ails you, Godwin?
Have you some secret wound ?" "Yes, brother," he answered, "a wound in my spirit.