When I counselled you just now, I counselled myself also.

Surely you never dreamed that I would suffer you to go alone, when by sharing it I could make your doom easier." "Oh, Wulf!" she cried.

"You will but make it harder." "No, no; faced hand in hand, death loses half its terrors.
Moreover, Saladin is my friend, and I also would plead with him for the people of Jerusalem." Then he whispered in her ear, "Sweet Rosamund, deny me not, lest you should drive me to madness and self-murder, who will have no more of earth without you." Now, her eyes full of tears and shining with love, Rosamund murmured back: "You are too strong for me.

Let it befall as God wills." Nor did the others attempt to stay him any more.
Going to the abbess, Rosamund would have knelt before her, but it was the abbess who knelt and called her blessed, and kissed her.
The sisters also kissed her one by one in farewell.

Then a priest was brought--not the patriarch, of whom she would have none, but another, a holy man.
To him apart at the altar, first Rosamund and then Wulf made confession of their sins, receiving absolution and the sacrament in that form in which it was given to the dying; while, save the emirs, all in the church knelt and prayed as for souls that pass.
The solemn ritual was ended.