I will go with you to the door, and there bid you farewell before the eunuchs and the guards with weeping, and who will guess that Masouda is the princess of Baalbec and that the princess of Baalbec is Masouda ?' "'And whither shall I go ?' I asked.
"'My uncle, Son of the Sand, will give you over to the embassy which rides to Jerusalem, or failing that, will take you to the city, or failing that, will hide you in the mountains among his own people.

See, here is a letter that he must read; I place it in your breast.' "'And what of you, Masouda ?' I asked again.
"'Of me?
Oh! it is all planned, a plan that cannot fail,' she answered.

'Fear not; I escape to-night--I have no time to tell you how--and will join you in a day or two.

Also, I think that you will find Sir Godwin, who will bring you home to England.' "'But Wulf?
What of Wulf ?' I asked again.

'He is doomed to die, and I will not leave him.' "'The living and the dead can keep no company,' she answered.
'Moreover, I have seen him, and all this is done by his most urgent order.