Therefore, Sir Andrew D'Arcy, forgive us, who are but the instruments of Allah, and die in peace." "I, who have so much to be forgiven, forgive you," answered the old knight slowly.
Then his eyes fixed themselves upon his daughter's face with one long, searching look, and closed.
"I think that he is dead," said Hassan.

"May God, the Merciful and Compassionate, rest his soul!" And taking a white garment from the wall, he flung it over him, adding, "Lady, come." Thrice Rosamund looked at the shrouded figure on the floor; once she wrung her hands and seemed about to fall.

Then, as though a thought struck her, she lifted her father's sword from where it lay, and gathering her strength, drew herself up and passed like a queen down the blood-stained passage and the steps of the solar.

In the hall beneath waited the band of Hassan, who bowed as she came--a vision of despairing loveliness, that held aloft a red and naked sword.

There, too, lay the drugged men fallen this way and that, and among them Wulf across the table, and Godwin on the dais.