He who sold wine." "He who sold drugged wine," echoed the chaplain, "and has stolen away the lady Rosamund." Then Wulf seemed to go mad.
"Stolen Rosamund over our sleeping carcases! Stolen Rosamund with never a blow struck by us to save her! O, Christ, that such a thing should be! O, Christ, that I should live to hear it!" And he, the mighty man, the knight of skill and strength, broke down and wept like a very child.

But not for long, for presently he shouted in a voice of thunder: "Awake, ye drunkards! Awake, and learn what has chanced to us.
Your lady Rosamund has been raped away while we were lost in sleep!" At the sound of that great voice a tall form arose from the floor, and staggered towards him, holding a gold cross in its hand.
"What awful words are those my brother ?" asked Godwin, who, pale and dull-eyed, rocked to and fro before him.

Then he, too, saw the red sword and stared, first at it and next at the gold cross in his hand.

"My uncle's sword, Rosamund's chain, Rosamund's cross! Where, then, is Rosamund ?" "Gone! gone! gone!" cried Wulf.

"Tell him, priest." So the chaplain told him all he knew.
"Thus have we kept our oaths," went on Wulf.