Many a day had gone by since the brethren bade farewell to Rosamund at Damascus.Now, one burning July night, they sat upon their horses, the moonlight gleaming on their mail.Still as statues they sat, looking out from a rocky mountain top across that grey and arid plain which stretches from near Nazareth to the lip of the hills at whose foot lies Tiberias on the Sea of Galilee.Beneath them, camped around the fountain of Seffurieh, were spread the hosts of the Franks to which they did sentinel;thirteen hundred knights, twenty thousand foot, and hordes of Turcopoles--that is, natives of the country, armed after the fashion of the Saracens.Two miles away to the southeast glimmered the white houses of Nazareth, set in the lap of the mountains Nazareth, the holy city, where for thirty years lived and toiled the Saviour of the world.Doubtless, thought Godwin, His feet had often trod that mountain whereon they stood, and in the watered vales below His hands had sped the plow or reaped the corn.Long, long had His voice been silent, yet to Godwin's ears it still seemed to speak in the murmur of the vast camp, and to echo from the slopes of the Galilean hills, and the words it said were: "I bring not peace, but a sword."To-morrow they were to advance, so rumour said, across yonder desert plain and give battle to Saladin, who lay with all his power by Hattin, above Tiberias.
Godwin and his brother thought that it was a madness; for they had seen the might of the Saracens and ridden across that thirsty plain beneath the summer sun.But who were they, two wandering, unattended knights, that they should dare to lift up their voices against those of the lords of the land, skilled from their birth in desert warfare? Yet Godwin's heart was troubled and fear took hold of him, not for himself, but for all the countless army that lay asleep yonder, and for the cause of Christendom, which staked its last throw upon this battle.
"I go to watch yonder; bide you here," he said to Wulf, and, turning the head of Flame, rode some sixty yards over a shoulder of the rock to the further edge of the mountain which looked towards the north.Here he could see neither the camp, nor Wulf, nor any living thing, but indeed was utterly alone.Dismounting, and bidding the horse stand, which it would do like a dog, he walked forward a few steps to where there was a rock, and, kneeling down, began to pray with all the strength of his pure, warrior heart.
"O Lord," he prayed, "Who once wast man and a dweller in these mountains, and knowest what is in man, hear me.I am afraid for all the thousands who sleep round Nazareth; not for myself, who care nothing for my life, but for all those, Thy servants and my brethren.Yes, and for the Cross upon which Thou didst hang, and for the faith itself throughout the East.Oh! give me light! Oh!
let me hear and see, that I may warn them, unless my fears are vain!"So he murmured to Heaven above and beat his hands against his brow, praying, ever praying, as he had never prayed before, that wisdom and vision might be given to his soul.
It seemed to Godwin that a sleep fell on him--at least, his mind grew clouded and confused.Then it cleared again, slowly, as stirred water clears, till it was bright and still; yet another mind to that which was his servant day by day which never could see or hear those things he saw and heard in that strange hour.
Lo! he heard the spirits pass, whispering as they went;whispering, and, as it seemed to him, weeping also for some great woe which was to be; weeping yonder over Nazareth.Then like curtains the veils were lifted from his eyes, and as they swung aside he saw further, and yet further.
He saw the king of the Franks in his tent beneath, and about him the council of his captains, among them the fierce-eyed master of the Templars, and a man whom he had seen in Jerusalem where they had been dwelling, and knew for Count Raymond of Tripoli, the lord of Tiberias.They were reasoning together, till, presently, in a rage, the Master of the Templars drew his sword and dashed it down upon the table.
Another veil was lifted, and lo! he saw the camp of Saladin, the mighty, endless camp, with its ten thousand tents, amongst which the Saracens cried to Allah through all the watches of the night.
He saw the royal pavilion, and in it the Sultan walked to and fro alone--none of his emirs, not even his son, were with him.He was lost in thought, and Godwin read his thought.
It was: "Behind me the Jordan and the Sea of Galilee, into which, if my flanks were turned, I should be driven, I and all my host.
In front the territories of the Franks, where I have no friend;and by Nazareth their great army.Allah alone can help me.If they sit still and force me to advance across the desert and attack them before my army melts away, then I am lost.If they advance upon me round the Mountain Tabor and by the watered land, I may be lost.But if--oh! if Allah should make them mad, and they should strike straight across the desert--then, then they are lost, and the reign of the Cross in Syria is forever at an end.I will wait here.I will wait here..."Look! near to the pavilion of Saladin stood another tent, closely guarded, and in it on a cushioned bed lay two women.One was Rosamund, but she slept sound; and the other was Masouda, and she was waking, for her eyes met his in the darkness.
The last veil was withdrawn, and now Godwin saw a sight at which his soul shivered.A fire-blackened plain, and above it a frowning mountain, and that mountain thick, thick with dead, thousands and thousands and thousands of dead, among which the hyenas wandered and the night-birds screamed.He could see their faces, many of them he knew again as those of living men whom he had met in Jerusalem and elsewhere, or had noted with the army.
He could hear also the moanings of the few who were yet alive.
