I ask of your goodness that her fate may be my fate." "What!" said Saladin.

"You are ready to die with her, although you are young and strong, and there are so many other women in the world ?" Wulf smiled and nodded his head.
"Good.

Who am I that I should stand between a fool and his folly?
I grant the boon.

Your fate shall be her fate; Wulf D'Arcy, you shall drink of the cup of my slave Rosamund to its last bitterest dregs." "I desire no less," said Wulf coolly.
Now Saladin looked at Rosamund and asked, "Woman, why have you come here to brave my vengeance?
Speak on if you have aught to ask." Then Rosamund rose from her knees, and, standing before him, said: "I am come, O my mighty lord, to plead for the people of Jerusalem, because it was told me that you would listen to no other voice than that of this your slave.

See, many moons ago, you had a vision concerning me.