Against the wall stood a little desk, at which Godwin was wont to write, and on it lay pen and parchment.

She seized them, and as the door gave slowly inwards, scrawled: "Follow me to Saladin.

In that hope I live on .-- Rosamund." Then as the stout door at length crashed in Rosamund turned what she had written face downwards on the desk, and seizing the bow, set an arrow to its string.

Now it was down and on rushed the mob up the six feet of narrow passage.

At the end of it, in front of the overturned table, they halted suddenly.