Yet as she went by he cried: "The blessing of Heaven be upon you, pure saint of God--on you and your true knight." Catching the tones of that voice above the tumult, Rosamund stopped and looked around her, but saw no one, for the guard hemmed her in.

So she went on, wondering if perchance it was Godwin's voice which she had heard, or whether an angel, or only some Frankish prisoner had spoken.
Godwin stood wringing his hands while the bishop strove to comfort him, saying that he should not grieve, since such deaths as those of Rosamund and Wulf were most glorious, and more to be desired than a hundred lives.
"Ay, ay," answered Godwin, "would that I could go with them!" "Their work is done, but not yours," said the bishop gently.
"Come to our tent and let us to our knees.

God is more powerful than the Sultan, and mayhap He will yet find a way to save them.
If they are still alive tomorrow at the dawn we will seek audience of Saladin to plead with him." So they entered the tent and prayed there, as the inhabitants of Jerusalem prayed behind their shattered walls, that the heart of Saladin might be moved to spare them all.

While they knelt thus the curtain of the tent was drawn aside, and an emir stood before them.
"Rise," he said, "both of you, and follow me.

The Sultan commands your presence." Egbert and Godwin went, wondering, and were led through the pavilion to the royal sleeping place, which guards closed behind them.