"Sinan," she answered, and they noted that she looked round quickly as she spoke the word.
"Oh," he said, "we thought the name was Jebal."
Now she stared at him with wide, wondering eyes, and replied:
"He is so called also; but, Sir Pilgrims, what know you of the dread lord Al-je-bal?"
"Only that he lives at a place called Masyaf, which we wish to visit."
Again she stared.
"Are you mad?" she queried, then checked herself, and clapped her hands for the slave to remove the dishes. While this was being done they said they would like to walk abroad.
"Good," answered Masouda, "the man shall accompany you--nay, it is best that you do not go alone, as you might lose your way.
Also, the place is not always safe for strangers, however humble they may seem," she added with meaning. "Would you wish to visit the governor at the castle, where there are a few English knights, also some priests who give advice to pilgrims?"
"We think not," answered G.o.dwin; "we are not worthy of such high company. But, lady, why do you look at us so strangely?"
"I am wondering, Sir Peter and Sir John, why you think it worth while to tell lies to a poor widow? Say, in your own country did you ever hear of certain twin brethren named--oh, how are they named?--Sir G.o.dwin and Sir Wulf, of the house of D"Arcy, which has been told of in this land?"
Now G.o.dwin"s jaw dropped, but Wulf laughed out loud, and seeing that they were alone in the room, for the slave had departed, asked in his turn:
"Surely those twins would be pleased to find themselves so famous. But how did you chance to hear of them, O widowed hostess of a Syrian inn?"
"I? Oh, from a man on the dromon who called here while I made ready your food, and told me a strange story that he had learned in England of a band sent by Salah-ed-din--may his name be accursed!--to capture a certain lady. Of how the brethren named G.o.dwin and Wulf fought all that band also--ay, and held them off--a very knightly deed he said it was--while the lady escaped; and of how afterwards they were taken in a snare, as those are apt to be who deal with the Sultan, and this time the lady was s.n.a.t.c.hed away."
"A wild tale truly," said G.o.dwin. "But did this man tell you further whether that lady has chanced to come to Palestine?"
She shook her head.
"Of that he told me nothing, and I have heard nothing. Now listen, my guests. You think it strange that I should know so much, but it is not strange, since here in Syria, knowledge is the business of some of us. Did you then believe, O foolish children, that two knights like you, who have played a part in a very great story, whereof already whispers run throughout the East, could travel by land and sea and not be known? Did you then think that none were left behind to watch your movements and to make report of them to that mighty one who sent out the ship of war, charged with a certain mission? Well, what he knows I know.
Have I not said it is my business to know? Now, why do I tell you this? Well, perhaps because I like such knights as you are, and I like that tale of two men who stood side by side upon a pier while a woman swam the stream behind them, and afterwards, sore wounded, charged their way through a host of foes. In the East we love such deeds of chivalry. Perhaps also because I would warn you not to throw away lives so gallant by attempting to win through the guarded gates of Damascus upon the maddest of all quests.
"What, you still stare at me and doubt? Good, I have been telling you lies. I was not awaiting you upon the quay, and that porter with whom I seemed to quarrel was not charged to seize your baggage and bring it to my house. No spies watched your movements from England to Beirut. Only since you have been at dinner I visited your room and read some writings which, foolishly, you and John have left among your baggage, and opened some books in which other names than Peter and John were written, and drew a great sword from its scabbard on which was engraved a motto: "Meet D"Arcy, meet Death!" and heard Peter call John Wulf, and John call Peter G.o.dwin, and so forth."
"It seems," said Wulf in English, "that we are flies in a web, and that the spider is called the widow Masouda, though of what use we are to her I know not. Now, brother, what is to be done?
Make friends with the spider?"
"An ill ally," answered G.o.dwin. Then looking her straight in the face he asked, "Hostess, who know so much, tell me why, amongst other names, did that donkey driver call you "daughter of Al-je-bal"?"
She started, and answered:
"So you understand Arabic? I thought it. Why do you ask? What does it matter to you?"
"Not much, except that, as we are going to visit Al-je-bal, of course we think ourselves fortunate to have met his daughter."
"Going to visit Al-je-bal? Yes, you hinted as much upon the ship, did you not? Perhaps that is why I came to meet you. Well, your throats will be cut before ever you reach the first of his castles."
"I think not," said G.o.dwin, and, putting his hand into his breast, he drew thence a ring, with which he began to play carelessly.
"Whence that ring?" she said, with fear and wonder in her eyes.
"It is--" and she ceased.
"From one to whom it was given and who has charged us with a message. Now, hostess, let us be plain with one another. You know a great deal about us, but although it has suited us to call ourselves the pilgrims Peter and John, in all this there is nothing of which we need be ashamed, especially as you say that our secret is no secret, which I can well believe. Now, this secret being out, I propose that we remove ourselves from your roof, and go to stay with our own people at the castle, where, I doubt not, we shall be welcome, telling them that we would bide no longer with one who is called a spy, whom we have discovered also to be a "daughter of Al-je-bal." After which, perhaps, you will bide no longer in Beirut, where, as we gather, spies and the "daughters of Al-je-bal" are not welcome."
She listened with an impa.s.sive face, and answered: "Doubtless you have heard that one of us who was so named was burned here recently as a witch?"
"Yes," broke in Wulf, who now learned this fact for the first time, "we heard that."
"And think to bring a like fate upon me. Why, foolish men, I can lay you both dead before ever those words pa.s.s your lips."
"You think you can," said G.o.dwin, "but for my part I am sure that this is not fated, and am sure also that you do not wish to harm us any more than we wish to harm you. To be plain, then, it is necessary for us to visit Al-je-bal. As chance has brought us together--if it be chance--will you aid us in this, as I think you can, or must we seek other help?"
"I do not know. I will tell you after four days. If you are not satisfied with that, go, denounce me, do your worst, and I will do mine, for which I should be sorry."
"Where is the security that you will not do it if we are satisfied?" asked Wulf bluntly.
"You must take the word of a "daughter of Al-je-bal." I have none other to offer," she replied.
"That may mean death," said Wulf.
"You said just now that was not fated, and although I have sought your company for my own reasons, I have no quarrel with you--as yet. Choose your own path. Still, I tell you that if you go, who, chancing to know Arabic, have learned my secret, you die, and that if you stay you are safe--at least while you are in this house. I swear it on the token of Al-je-bal," and bending forward she touched the ring in G.o.dwin"s hand, "but remember that for the future I cannot answer."
G.o.dwin and Wulf looked at each other. Then G.o.dwin replied:
"I think that we will trust you, and stay," words at which she smiled a little as though she were pleased, then said:
"Now, if you wish to walk abroad, guests Peter and John, I will summon the slave to guide you, and in four days we will talk more of this matter of your journey, which, until then, had best be forgotten."
So the man came, armed with a sword, and led them out, clad in their pilgrims" robes, through the streets of this Eastern town, where everything was so strange, that for awhile they forgot their troubles in studying the new life about them. They noted, moreover, that though they went into quarters where no Franks were to be seen, and where fierce-looking servants of the Prophet stared at them sourly, the presence of this slave of Masouda seemed to be sufficient to protect them from affront, since on seeing him even the turbaned Saracens nudged each other and turned aside. In due course they came to the inn again, having met no one whom they knew, except two pilgrims who had been their fellow-pa.s.sengers on the dromon. These men were astonished when they said that they had been through the Saracen quarter of the city, where, although this town was in the hands of the Christians, it was scarcely thought safe for Franks to venture without a strong guard.
When the brethren were back in their chamber, seated at the far end of it, and speaking very low, lest they should be overheard, they consulted together long and earnestly as to what they should do. This was clear--they and something of their mission were known, and doubtless notice of their coming would soon be given to the Sultan Saladin. From the king and great Christian lords in Jerusalem they could expect little help, since to give it might be to bring about an open rupture with Saladin, such as the Franks dreaded, and for which they were ill prepared. Indeed, if they went to them, it seemed likely that they would be prevented from stirring in this dangerous search for a woman who was the niece of Saladin, and for aught they knew thrown into prison, or shipped back to Europe. True, they might try to find their way to Damascus alone, but if the Sultan was warned of their coming, would he not cause them to be killed upon the road, or cast into some dungeon where they would languish out their lives? The more they spoke of these matters the more they were perplexed, till at length G.o.dwin said:
"Brother, our uncle bade us earnestly to seek out this Al-je-bal, and though it seems that to do so is very dangerous, I think that we had best obey him who may have been given foresight at the last. When all paths are full of thorns what matter which you tread?"
"A good saying," answered Wulf. "I am weary of doubts and troublings. Let us follow our uncle"s will, and visit this Old Man of the Mountains, to do which I think the widow Masouda is the woman to help us. If we die on that journey, well, at least we shall have done our best."
Chapter Nine: The Horses Flame and Smoke
On the following morning, when they came into the eating-room of the inn, G.o.dwin and Wulf found they were no longer alone in the house, for sundry other guests sat there partaking of their morning meal. Among them were a grave merchant of Damascus, another from Alexandria in Egypt, a man who seemed to be an Arab chief, a Jew of Jerusalem, and none other than the English trader Thomas of Ipswich, their fellow-pa.s.senger, who greeted them warmly.
Truly they seemed a strange and motley set of men. Considering them as the young and stately widow Masouda moved from one to the other, talking to each in turn while she attended to their wants, it came into G.o.dwin"s mind that they might be spies meeting there to gain or exchange information, or even to make report to their hostess, in whose pay perhaps they were. Still if so, of this they showed no sign. Indeed, for the most part they spoke in French, which all of them understood, on general matters, such as the heat of the weather, the price of transport animals or merchandise, and the cities whither they purposed to travel.
The trader Thomas, it appeared, had intended to start for Jerusalem that morning with his goods. But the riding mule he had bought proved to be lame from a p.r.i.c.k in the hoof, nor were all his hired camels come down from the mountains, so that he must wait a few days, or so he said.
Under these circ.u.mstances, he offered the brethren his company in their ramblings about the town. This they thought it wise not to refuse, although they felt little confidence in the man, believing that it was he who had found out their story and true names and revealed them to Masouda, either through talkativeness or with a purpose.