It was Rosamund's; and she said: "Why is there such silence, father?
A while ago I heard the servants and bondsmen carousing in the barn; now they are still as death.

Oh, and look! Are all here drunken?
Godwin--" But as she spoke Godwin's head fell forward on the board, while Wulf rose, half drew his sword, then threw his arm about the neck of the priest, and sank with him to the ground.

As it was with these, so it seemed with all, for folk rocked to and fro, then sank to sleep, everyone of them, save the merchant Georgios, who rose to call another toast.
"Stranger," said Sir Andrew, in a heavy voice, "your wine is very strong." "It would seem so, Sir Knight," he answered; "but I will wake them from their wassail." Springing from the dais lightly as a cat, he ran down the hall crying, "Air is what they need.

Air!" Now coming to the door, he threw it wide open, and drawing a silver whistle from his robe, blew it long and loud.

"What," he laughed, "do they still sleep?
Why, then, I must give a toast that will rouse them all," and seizing a horn mug, he waved it and shouted: "Arouse you, ye drunkards, and drink to the lady Rose of the World, princess of Baalbec, and niece to my royal master, Yusuf Salah-ed-din, who sends me to lead her to him!" "Oh, father," shrieked Rosamund, "the wine was drugged and we are betrayed!" As the words passed her lips there rose a sound of running feet, and through the open door at the far end of the hall burst in a score or over of armed men.