With this lady I say"-- and she drew up her tall shape--"that it shall be paid for in your blood, and mayhap in the blood of all of us.

Remember my words when the Saracens have won the city, and are putting its children to the sword." "I absolve you from the sin," shouted the patriarch, "if sin it is." "Absolve yourself," broke in Wulf sternly, "and know this.

I am but one man, but I have some strength and skill.

If you seek but to lay a hand upon the novice Rosamund to hale her away to be slain by Saladin, as he has sworn that he would do should she dare to fly from him, before I die there are those among you who have looked the last upon the light." Then, standing there before the altar rails, he lifted his great blade and settled the skull-blazoned shield upon his arm.
Now the patriarch raved and stormed, and one among them cried that they would fetch bows and shoot Wulf down from a distance.
"And thus," broke in Rosamund, "add murder to sacrilege! Oh! sirs, bethink what you do--ay, and remember this, that you do it all in vain.

Saladin has promised you nothing, except that if you deliver me to him, he will talk with you, and then you may find that you have sinned for nothing.