So true and high was this great love of Masouda's that for Godwin's sake she was ready to hide herself in death, leaving him--now that, as she thought, his rival was removed--to live on with the lady whom he loved; ay, and at the price of her own life giving that lady to his arms.
Oh! how noble must she be who could thus plan and act, and, whatever her past had been, how pure and high of soul! Surely, if she lived, earth had no grander woman; and if she were dead, heaven had won a saint indeed.
Rosamund looked at Godwin, and Godwin looked at Rosamund, and there was understanding in their eyes, for now both of them saw the truth in all its glory and all its horror.
"I think that I should go back also," said Rosamund.
"That shall not be," answered Wulf.

"Saladin would kill you for this flight, as he has sworn." "That cannot be," added Godwin.

"Shall the sacrifice of blood be offered in vain?
Moreover it is our duty to prevent you." Rosamund looked at him again and stammered: "If--if--that dreadful thing has happened, Godwin--if the sacrifice--oh! what will it serve ?" "Rosamund, I know not what has chanced; I go to see.

I care not what may chance; I go to meet it.

Through life, through death, and if there be need, through all the fires of hell, I ride on till I find Masouda, and kneel to her in homage--" "And in love," exclaimed Rosamund, as though the words broke from her lips against her will.
"Mayhap," Godwin answered, speaking more to himself than to her.
Then seeing the look upon his face, the set mouth and the flashing eyes, neither of them sought to stay him further.
"Farewell, my liege-lady and cousin Rosamund," Godwin said; "my part is played.