Who, then, was that woman to whom I bade farewell before Saladin while the headsman awaited me; a veiled woman who wore the robes and gems of Rosamund ?" "I know not, Godwin," she answered, "unless it were Masouda clad in my garments as I left her.

Nor do I know anything of this story of the headsman who awaited you.

I thought--I thought it was for Wulf that he waited--oh! Heaven, I thought that." "Tell us your tale," said Godwin hoarsely.
"It is short," she answered.

"After the casting of the lot, of which I shall dream till my death-day, I fainted.

When I found my senses again I thought that I must be mad, for there before me stood a woman dressed in my garments, whose face seemed like my face, yet not the same.
"'Have no fear,' she said; 'I am Masouda, who, amongst many other things, have learned how to play a part.