Then she said that if I did but save her from you Saracens, Ishould not go without my reward, since she would wed me.Again, although it cost me sore, I answered that it might not be, but when once I had brought my ship to land, I was her true knight, and being freed of my oath, would do my best to save her.""Princess, you hear," said Hassan, turning to Rosamund."What say you?""I say," she answered coldly, "that this man lies to save himself.I say, moreover, that I answered to him, that sooner would I die than that he should lay a finger on me.""I hold also that he lies," said Hassan."Nay; unclasp that dagger if you would live to see another sun.Here, I will not fight with you, but Salah-ed-din shall learn all this case when we reach his court, and judge between the word of the princess of Baalbec and of his hired servant, the false Frank and pirate, Sir Hugh Lozelle.""Let him learn it--when we reach his court," answered Lozelle, with meaning; then added, "Have you aught else to say to me, prince Hassan? Because if not, I must be attending to the business of my ship, which you suppose that I was about to abandon to win a lady's smile.""Only this, that the ship is the Sultan's and not yours, for he bought it from you, and that henceforth this lady will be guarded day and night, and doubly guarded when we come to the shores of Cyprus, where it seems that you have friends.Understand and remember.""I understand, and certainly I will remember," replied Lozelle, and so they parted.
"I think," said Rosamund, when he had gone, "that we shall be fortunate if we land safe in Syria.""That was in my mind, also, lady.I think, too, that I have forgot my wisdom, but my heart rose against this man, and being still weak from sickness, I lost my judgment and spoke what was in my heart, who would have done better to wait.Now, perhaps, it will be best to kill him, if it were not that he alone has the skill to navigate the ship, which is a trade that he has followed from his youth.Nay, let it go as Allah wills.He is just, and will bring the matter to judgment in due time.""Yes, but to what judgment?" asked Rosamund.
"I hope to that of the sword," answered Hassan, as he bowed and left her.
>From that time forward armed men watched all the night through before Rosamund's cabin, and when she walked the deck armed men walked after her.Nor was she troubled by Lozelle, who sought to speak with her no more, or to Hassan either.Only with the man Nicholas he spoke much.
At length upon one golden evening--for Lozelle was a skilful pilot, one of the best, indeed, who sailed those seas--they came to the shores of Cyprus, and cast anchor.Before them, stretched along the beach, lay the white town of Limazol, with palm trees standing up amidst its gardens, while beyond the fertile plain rose the mighty mountain range of Trooidos.Sick and weary of the endless ocean, Rosamund gazed with rapture at this green and beauteous shore, the home of so much history, and sighed to think that on it she might set no foot.Lozelle saw her look and heard her sigh, and as he climbed into the boat which had come out to row him into the harbour, mocked her, saying:
"Will you not change your mind, lady, and come with me to visit my friend, the Emperor Isaac? I swear that his court is gay, not packed full of sour Saracens or pilgrims thinking of their souls.
In Cyprus they only make pilgrimages to Paphos yonder, where Venus was born from out the foam, and has reigned since the beginning of the world--ay, and will reign until its end."Rosamund made no answer, and Lozelle, descending into the boat, was rowed shorewards through the breakers by the dark-skinned, Cyprian oarsmen, who wore flowers in their hair and sang as they laboured at the oars.
For ten whole days they rolled off Limazol, although the weather was fair and the wind blew straight for Syria.When Rosamund asked why they bided there so long, Hassan stamped his foot and said it was because the Emperor refused to supply them with more food or water than was sufficient for their daily need, unless he, Hassan, would land and travel to an inland town called Nicosia, where his court lay, and there do homage to him.This, scenting a trap, he feared to do, nor could they put out to sea without provisions.
"Cannot Sir Hugh Lozelle see to it?" asked Rosamund.
"Doubtless, if he will," answered Hassan, grinding his teeth;"but he swears that he is powerless."
So there they bode day after day, baked by the sweltering summer sun and rocked to and fro on the long ocean rollers till their hearts grew sick within them, and their bodies also, for some of them were seized with a fever common to the shores of Cyprus, of which two died.Now and again some officer would come off from the shore with Lozelle and a little food and water, and bargain with them, saying that before their wants were supplied the prince Hassan must visit the Emperor and bring with him the fair lady who was his passenger, whom he desired to see.
Hassan would answer no, and double the guard about Rosamund, for at nights boats appeared that cruised round them.In the daytime also bands of men, fantastically dressed in silks, and with them women, could be seen riding to and fro upon the shore and staring at them, as though they were striving to make up their minds to attack the ship.
Then Hassan armed his grim Saracens and bade them stand in line upon the bulwarks, drawn scimitar in hand, a sight that seemed to frighten the Cypriotes--at least they always rode away towards the great square tower of Colossi.
At length Hassan would bear it no more.One morning Lozelle came off from Limazol, where he slept at night, bringing with him three Cyprian lords, who visited the ship--not to bargain as they pretended, but to obtain sight of the beauteous princess Rosamund.Thereon the common talk began of homage that must be paid before food was granted, failing which the Emperor would bid his seamen capture the ship.Hassan listened a while, then suddenly issued an order that the lords should be seized.
