"They are worth some risk.

What do you think, Rosamund ?" "I ?" she answered.

"Oh, I think there is more in this than any of us dream.
"I think," she added in a voice of distress and with an involuntary wringing motion of the hands, "that for this house and those who dwell in it time is big with death, and that sharp-eyed palmer is its midwife.

How strange is the destiny that wraps us all about! And now comes the sword of Saladin to shape it, and the hand of Saladin to drag me from my peaceful state to a dignity which I do not seek; and the dreams of Saladin, of whose kin I am, to interweave my life with the bloody policies of Syria and the unending war between Cross and Crescent, that are, both of them, my heritage." Then, with a woeful gesture, Rosamund turned and left them.
Her father watched her go, and said: "The maid is right.

Great business is afoot in which all of us must bear our parts.