There, too, Wulf left her, and riding away, reported himself to Balian of Ibelin, the elected commander of the city, who was glad enough to welcome so stout a knight where knights were few.
Oh! weary, weary was that ride of Godwin's beneath the sun, beneath the stars.

Behind him, the brother who had been his companion and closest friend, and the woman whom he had loved in vain; and in front, he knew not what.

What went he forth to seek?
Another woman, who had risked her life for them all because she loved him.

And if he found her, what then?
Must he wed her, and did he wish this?
Nay, he desired no woman on the earth; yet what was right that he would do.

And if he found her not, what then?
Well, at least he would give himself up to Saladin, who must think ill of them by whom he had dealt well, and tell him that of this plot they had no knowledge.