This embassy had told him that they had sworn to perish with the holy Places, and now, looking at it in its splendour, they knew that the hour was near, and groaned aloud.
Godwin groaned also, but not for Jerusalem.

Oh! now the last terror was upon him.

Blackness surged round him, and in the blackness swords, and a sound as of a woman's voice murmuring his name.

Clutching the pommel of his saddle, he swayed to and fro, till suddenly the anguish passed.

A strange wind seemed to blow about him and lift his hair; a deep, unearthly peace sank into his spirit; the world seemed far away and heaven very near.
"It is over," he said to Wulf.