"King and n.o.bles, be not mistaken. These knights are my prisoners, as you are, and none have shown themselves braver to-day, or done me and mine more damage. Indeed, had it not been for my guards, within the hour I should have fallen beneath the sword of Sir G.o.dwin. But as they know Arabic, I have asked them to render my words into your tongue. Do you accept them as interpreters? If not, others must be found."
When they had translated this, the king said that he accepted them, adding to G.o.dwin:
"Would that I had also accepted you two nights gone as an interpreter of the will of Heaven!"
The Sultan bade his captains be seated, and seeing their terrible thirst, commanded slaves to bring a great bowl of sherbet made of rose-water cooled with snow, and with his own hand gave it to king Guy. He drank in great gulps, then pa.s.sed the bowl to Reginald de Chatillon, whereon Saladin cried out to G.o.dwin:
"Say to the king it is he and not I who gives this man to drink.
There is no bond of salt between me and the prince Arnat."
G.o.dwin translated, sorrowfully enough, and Reginald, who knew the habits of the Saracens, answered:
"No need to explain, Sir Knight, those words are my death-warrant. Well, I never expected less."
Then Saladin spoke again.
"Prince Arnat, you strove to take the holy city of Mecca and to desecrate the tomb of the Prophet, and then I swore to kill you.
Again, when in a time of peace a caravan came from Egypt and pa.s.sed by Esh-Shobek, where you were, forgetting your oath, you fell upon them and slew them. They asked for mercy in the name of Allah, saying that there was truce between Saracen and Frank. But you mocked them, telling them to seek aid from Mahomet, in whom they trusted. Then for the second time I swore to kill you. Yet I give you one more chance. Will you subscribe the Koran and embrace the faith of Islam? Or will you die?"
Now the lips of Reginald turned pale, and for a moment he swayed upon his seat. Then his courage came back to him, and he answered in a strong voice:
"Sultan, I will have none of your mercy at such a price, nor do I bow the knee to your dog of a false prophet, who perish in the faith of Christ, and, being weary of the world, am content to go to Him."
Saladin sprang to his feet, his very beard bristling with wrath, and drawing his sabre, shouted aloud:
"You scorn Mahomet! Behold! I avenge Mahomet upon you! Take him away!" And he struck him with the flat of his scimitar.
Then Mameluks leapt upon the prince. Dragging him to the entrance of the tent, they forced him to his knees and there beheaded him in sight of the soldiers and of the other prisoners.
Thus, bravely enough, died Reginald de Chatillon, whom the Saracens called prince Arnat. In the hush that followed this terrible deed king Guy said to G.o.dwin:
"Ask the Sultan if it is my turn next."
"Nay," answered Saladin; "kings do not kill kings, but that truce-breaker has met with no more than his deserts."
Then came a scene still more dreadful. Saladin went to the door of his tent, and standing over the body of Reginald, bade them parade the captive Templars and Hospitallers before him. They were brought to the number of over two hundred, for it was easy to distinguish them by the red and white crosses on their b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
"These also are faith-breakers," he shouted, "and of their unclean tribes will I rid the world. Ho! my emirs and doctors of the law," and he turned to the great crowd of his captains about him, "take each of you one of them and kill him."
Now the emirs hung back, for though fanatics they were brave, and loved not this slaughter of defenceless men, and even the Mameluks murmured aloud.
But Saladin cried again:
"They are worthy of death, and he who disobeys my command shall himself be slain."
"Sultan," said G.o.dwin, "we cannot witness such a crime; we ask that we may die with them."
"Nay," he answered; "you have eaten of my salt, and to kill you would be murder. Get you to the tent of the princess of Baalbec yonder, for there you will see nothing of the death of these Franks, your fellow-worshippers."
So the brethren turned, and led by a Mameluk, fled aghast for the first time in their lives, past the long lines of Templars and Hospitallers, who in the last red light of the dying day knelt upon the sand and prayed, while the emirs came up to kill them.
They entered the tent, none forbidding them, and at the end of it saw two women crouched together on some cushions, who rose, clinging to each other. Then the women saw also and sprang forward with a cry of joy, saying:
"So you live--you live!"
"Ay, Rosamund," answered G.o.dwin, "to see this shame--would G.o.d that we did not--whilst others die. They murder the knights of the holy Orders. To your knees and pray for their pa.s.sing souls."
So they knelt down and prayed till the tumult died away, and they knew that all was done.
"Oh, my cousins," said Rosamund, as she staggered to her feet at length, "what a h.e.l.l of wickedness and bloodshed is this in which we dwell! Save me from it if you love me--I beseech you save me!"
"We will do our best," they answered; "but let us talk no more of these things which are the decree of G.o.d--lest we should go mad.
Tell us your story."
But Rosamund had little to tell, except that she had been well treated, and always kept by the person of the Sultan, marching to and fro with his army, for he awaited the fulfilment of his dream concerning her. Then they told her all that had chanced to them; also of the vision of G.o.dwin and its dreadful accomplishment, and of the death of Ha.s.san beneath the sword of Wulf. At that story Rosamund wept and shrank from him a little, for though it was this prince who had stolen her from her home, she loved Ha.s.san.
Yet when Wulf said humbly:
"The fault is not mine; it was so fated. Would that I had died instead of this Saracen!"
Rosamund answered: "No, no; I am proud that you should have conquered."
But Wulf shook his head, and said:
"I am not proud. Although weary with that awful battle, I was still the younger and stronger man, though at first he well-nigh mastered me by his skill and quickness. At least we parted friends. Look, he gave me this," and he showed her the great emerald badge which the dying prince had given him.
Masouda, who all this while had sat very quiet, came forward and looked at it.
"Do you know," she asked, "that this jewel is very famous, not only for its value, but because it is said to have belonged to one of the children of the prophet, and to bring good fortune to its owner?"
Wulf smiled.
"It brought little to poor Ha.s.san but now, when my grandsire"s sword sh.o.r.e the Damascus steel as though it were wet clay."
"And sent him swift to Paradise, where he would be, at the hands of a gallant foe," answered Masouda. "Nay, all his life this emir was happy and beloved, by his sovereign, his wives, his fellows and his servants, nor do I think that he would have desired another end whose wish was to die in battle with the Franks. At least there is scarce a soldier in the Sultan"s army who would not give all he has for yonder trinket, which is known throughout the land as the Star of Ha.s.san. So beware, Sir Wulf, lest you be robbed or murdered, although you have eaten the salt of Salah-ed-din."
"I remember the captain Abdullah looking at it greedily and lamenting that the Luck of the House of Ha.s.san should pa.s.s to an unbeliever," said Wulf. "Well, enough of this jewel and its dangers; I think G.o.dwin has words to say."
"Yes," said G.o.dwin. "We are here in your tent through the kindness of Saladin, who did not wish us to witness the death of our comrades, but to-morrow we shall be separated again. Now if you are to escape--"
"I will escape! I must escape, even if I am recaptured and die for it," broke in Rosamund pa.s.sionately.
"Speak low," said Masouda. "I saw the eunuch Mesrour pa.s.s the door of the tent, and he is a spy--they all are spies."
"If you are to escape," repeated G.o.dwin in a whisper, "it must be within the next few weeks while the army is on the march. The risk is great to all of us--even to you, and we have no plan.
But, Masouda, you are clever; make one, and tell it to us."
She lifted her head to speak, when suddenly a shadow fell upon them. It was that of the head eunuch, Mesrour, a fat, cunning-faced man, with a cringing air. Low he bowed before them, saying: