"I remain without." "Perchance she sleeps, and I shall disturb her," said Godwin, as he hesitated upon the threshold.
"Did you not say she loved you?
Then doubtless, even if she sleeps, she, who has dwelt at Masyaf will not take your visit ill, who have ridden so far to find her," said the imaum with a sneering laugh.

"Enter, I say." So Godwin took the lamp and went in, and the door was shut behind him.

Surely the place was familiar to him?
He knew that arched roof and these rough, stone walls.

Why, it was here that he had been brought to die, and through that very door the false Rosamund had come to bid him farewell, who now returned to greet her in this same darksome den.

Well, it was empty--doubtless she would soon come, and he waited, looking at the door.