She left you the cross, Godwin?
Wear it worthily, winning glory for the Lord, and salvation to your soul.

Remember what you have sworn.
Whate'er befall, bear no bitterness to one another.

Be true to one another, and to her, your lady, so that when at the last you make your report to me before high Heaven, I may have no cause to be ashamed of you, my nephews, Godwin and Wulf." For a moment the dying man was silent, until his face lit up as with a great gladness, and he cried in a loud, clear voice, "Beloved wife, I hear you! O, God, I come!" Then though his eyes stayed open, and the smile still rested on his face, his jaw fell.
Thus died Sir Andrew D'Arcy.
Still kneeling on either side of him, the brethren watched the end, and, as his spirit passed, bowed their heads in prayer.
"We have seen a great death," said Godwin presently.

"Let us learn a lesson from it, that when our time comes we may die like him." "Ay," answered Wulf, springing to his feet, "but first let us take vengeance for it.

Why, what is this?
Rosamund's writing! Read it, Godwin." Godwin took the parchment and read: "Follow me to Saladin.