Godwin knew that he lay sick, but save that Masouda seemed to tend him in his sickness he knew no more, for all the past had gone from him.There she was always, clad in a white robe, and looking at him with eyes full of ineffable calm and love, and he noted that round her neck ran a thin, red line, and wondered how it came there.
He knew also that he travelled while he was ill, for at dawn he would hear the camp break up with a mighty noise, and feel his litter lifted by slaves who bore him along for hours across the burning sand, till at length the evening came, and with a humming sound, like the sound of hiving bees, the great army set its bivouac.Then came the night and the pale moon floating like a boat upon the azure sea above, and everywhere the bright, eternal stars, to which went up the constant cry of "Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar! God is the greatest, there is none but He.""It is a false god," he would say."Tell them to cry upon the Saviour of the World."Then the voice of Masouda would seem to answer:
"Judge not.No god whom men worship with a pure and single heart is wholly false.Many be the ladders that lead to heaven.Judge not, you Christian knight."At length that journey was done, and there arose new noises as of the roar of battle.Orders were given and men marched out in thousands; then rose that roar, and they marched back again, mourning their dead.
At last came a day when, opening his eyes, Godwin turned to rest them on Masouda, and lo! she was gone, and in her accustomed place there sat a man whom he knew well--Egbert, once bishop of Nazareth, who gave him to drink of sherbet cooled with snow.Yes, the Woman had departed and the Priest was there.
"Where am I?" he asked.
"Outside the walls of Jerusalem, my son, a prisoner in the camp of Saladin," was the answer.
"And where is Masouda, who has sat by me all these days?""In heaven, as I trust," came the gentle answer, "for she was a brave lady.It is I who have sat by you.""Nay," said Godwin obstinately, "it was Masouda.""If so," answered the bishop again, "it was her spirit, for Ishrove her and have prayed over her open grave--her spirit, which came to visit you from heaven, and has gone back to heaven now that you are of the earth again."Then Godwin remembered the truth, and groaning, fell asleep.
Afterwards, as he grew stronger, Egbert told him all the story.
He learned that when he was found Iying senseless on the body of Masouda the emirs wished Saladin to kill him, if for no other reason because he had dashed out the eye of the holy imaum with a lamp.But the Sultan, who had discovered the truth, would not, for he said that it was unworthy of the imaum to have mocked his grief, and that Sir Godwin had dealt with him as he deserved.
Also, that this Frank was one of the bravest of knights, who had returned to bear the punishment of a sin which he did not commit, and that, although he was a Christian, he loved him as a friend.
So the imaum lost both his eye and his vengeance.
Thus it had come about that the bishop Egbert was ordered to nurse him, and, if possible to save his life; and when at last they marched upon Jerusalem, soldiers were told off to bear his litter, and a good tent was set apart to cover him.Now the siege of the holy city had begun, and there was much slaughter on both sides.
"Will it fall?" asked Godwin.
"I fear so, unless the saints help them," answered Egbert."Alas!
I fear so."
"Will not Saladin be merciful?" he asked again.
"Why should he be merciful, my son, since they have refused his terms and defied him? Nay, he has sworn that as Godfrey took the place nigh upon a hundred years ago and slaughtered the Mussulmen who dwelt there by thousands, men, women, and children together, so will he do to the Christians.Oh! why should he spare them?
They must die! They must die!" and wringing his hands Egbert left the tent.
Godwin lay still, wondering what the answer to this riddle might be.He could think of one, and one only.In Jerusalem was Rosamund, the Sultan's niece, whom he must desire to recapture, above all things, not only because she was of his blood, but since he feared that if he did not do so his vision concerning her would come to nothing.
Now what was this vision? That through Rosamund much slaughter should be spared.Well, if Jerusalem were saved, would not tens of thousands of Moslem and Christian lives be saved also? Oh!
surely here was the answer, and some angel had put it into his heart, and now he prayed for strength to plant it in the heart of Saladin, for strength and opportunity.
This very day Godwin found the opportunity.As he lay dozing in his tent that evening, being still too weak to rise, a shadow fell upon him, and opening his eyes he saw the Sultan himself standing alone by his bedside.Now he strove to rise to salute him, but in a kind voiceSaladin bade him lie still, and seating himself, began to talk.
"Sir Godwin," he said, " I am come to ask your pardon.When Isent you to visit that dead woman, who had suffered justly for her crime, I did an act unworthy of a king.But my heart was bitter against her and you, and the imaum, he whom you smote, put into my mind the trick that cost him his eye and almost cost a worn-out and sorrowful man his life.I have spoken.""I thank you, sire, who were always noble," answered Godwin.
"You say so.Yet I have done things to you and yours that you can scarcely hold as noble," said Saladin."I stole your cousin from her home, as her mother had been stolen from mine, paying back ill with ill, which is against the law, and in his own hall my servants slew her father and your uncle, who was once my friend.
Well, these things I did because a fate drove me on--the fate of a dream, the fate of a dream.Say, Sir Godwin, is that story which they tell in the camps true, that a vision came to you before the battle of Hattin, and that you warned the leaders of the Franks not to advance against me?""Yes, it is true," answered Godwin, and he told the vision, and of how he had sworn to it on the Rood.
"And what did they say to you?"
