Again there was silence, while the brethren wondered whose corpse it was that lay beneath the cloth, for a corpse it must surely be; though neither the Lord of the Mountain nor his dais and guards seemed to concern themselves in the matter.Again the curtains parted, and a procession advanced up the terrace.First came a great man clad in a white robe blazoned with the bleeding dagger, after whom walked a tall woman shrouded in a long veil, who was followed by a thick-set knight clad in Frankish armour and wearing a cape of which the cowl covered his head as though to keep the rays of the sun from beating on his helm.Lastly walked four guards.Up the long place they marched, through the double line of dais, while with a strange stirring in their breasts the brethren watched the shape and movements of the veiled woman who stepped forward rapidly, not seeing them, for she turned her head neither to the right nor left.The leader of the little band reached the space before the canopy, and, prostrating himself by the side of the stretcher, lay still.She who walked behind him stopped also, and, seeing the black heap upon the cushion, shuddered.
"Woman, unveil," commanded the voice of Sinan.
She hesitated, then swiftly undid some fastening, so that her drapery fell from her head.The brethren stared, rubbed their eyes, and stared again.
Before them stood Rosamund!
Yes, it was Rosamund, worn with sickness, terrors, and travel, Rosamund herself beyond all doubt.At the sight of her pale, queenly beauty the heap on the cushion stirred beneath his black cloak, and the beady eyes were filled with an evil, eager light.
Even the dais seemed to wake from their contemplation, and Masouda bit her red lip, turned pale beneath her olive skin, and watched with devouring eyes, waiting to read this woman's heart.
"Rosamund! " cried the brethren with one voice.
She heard.As they sprang towards her she glanced wildly from face to face, then with a low cry flung an arm about the neck of each and would have fallen in the ecstacy of her joy had they not held her.Indeed, her knees touched the ground.As they stooped to lift her it flashed into Godwin's mind that Masouda had told Sinan that they were her brethren.The thought was followed by another.If this were so, they might be left with her, whereas otherwise that black-robed devil--"Listen," he whispered in English; "we are not your cousins--we are your brothers, your half-brothers, and we know no Arabic."She heard and Wulf heard, but the watchers thought that they were but welcoming each other, for Wulf began to talk also, random words in French, such as "Greeting, sister!" "Well found, sister!" and kissed her on the forehead.
Rosamund opened her eyes, which had closed, and, gaining her feet, gave one hand to each of the brethren.Then the voice of Masouda was heard interpreting the words of Sinan.
"It seems, lady, that you know these knights.""I do--well.They are my brothers, from whom I was stolen when they were drugged and our father was killed.""How is that, lady, seeing that you are said to be the niece of Salah-ed-din? Are these knights, then, the nephews of Salah-ed-din?""Nay," answered Rosamund, "they are my father's sons, but of another wife."The answer appeared to satisfy Sinan, who fixed his eyes upon the pale beauty of Rosamund and asked no more questions.While he remained thus thinking, a noise arose at the end of the terrace, and the brethren, turning their heads, saw that the thick-set knight was striving to thrust his way through the guards who stood by the curtains and barred his path with the shafts of their spears.
Then it came into Godwin's mind that just before Rosamund unveiled he had seen this knight suddenly turn and walk down the terrace.
The lord Sinan looked up at the sound and made a sign.Thereon two of the dais sprang to their feet and ran towards the curtain, where they spoke with the knight, who turned and came back with them, though slowly, as one who is unwilling.Now his hood had fallen from his head, and Godwin and Wulf stared at him as he advanced, for surely they knew those great shoulders, those round black eyes, those thick lips, and that heavy jowl.
"Lozelle! It is Lozelle!" said Godwin.
"Ay," echoed Rosamund, "it is Lozelle, the double traitor, who betrayed me first to the soldiers of Saladin, and, because Iwould have none of his love, next to this lord Sinan."Wulf heard, and, as Lozelle drew near to them, sprang forward with an oath and struck him across the face with his mailed hand.
Instantly guards thrust themselves between them, and Sinan asked through Masouda:
"Why do you dare to strike this Frank in my presence? ""Because, lord," answered Wulf, "he is a rogue who has brought all these troubles on our house.I challenge him to meet me in battle to the death.""And I also," said Godwin.
"I am ready," shouted Lozelle, stung to fury by the blow.
"Then, dog, why did you try to run away when you saw our faces?"asked Wulf.
Masouda held up her hand and began to interpret, addressing Lozelle, and speaking in the first person as the "mouth" of Sinan.
"I thank you for your service who have served me before.Your messenger came, a Frank whom I knew in old days.As you had arranged it should be, I sent one of my fedais with soldiers to kill the men of Salah-ed-din on the ship and capture this lady who is his niece, all of which it seems has been done.The bargain that your messenger made was that the lady should be given over to you--"Here Godwin and Wulf ground their teeth and glared at him.
