But G.o.dwin, who would not yield, answered:
"When I am dead--not before."
Thereupon Saladin spoke a word, and while certain of his Mameluks engaged G.o.dwin in front, keeping out of reach of that red and terrible sword, others crept up behind, and springing on him, seized his arms and dragged him to the ground, where they bound him fast.
Meanwhile Wulf had fared otherwise, for it was his horse Smoke, already stabbed to the vitals, that fell as he plunged on prince Ha.s.san. Yet he also arose but little hurt, and cried out:
"Thus, Ha.s.san, old foe and friend, we meet at last in war. Come, I would pay the debt I owe you for that drugged wine, man to man and sword to sword."
"Indeed, it is due, Sir Wulf," answered the prince, laughing.
"Guards, touch not this brave knight who has dared so much to reach me. Sultan, I ask a boon. Between Sir Wulf and me there is an ancient quarrel that can only be washed away in blood. Let it be decided here and now, and let this be your decree--that if I fall in fair fight, none shall set upon my conqueror, and no vengeance shall be taken for my blood."
"Good," said Saladin. "Then Sir Wulf shall be my prisoner and no more, as his brother is already. I owe it to the men who saved my life when we were friends. Give the Frank to drink that the fight may be fair."
So they gave Wulf a cup of which he drank, and when he had done it was handed to G.o.dwin. For even the Mameluks knew and loved these brethren who had been their officers, and praised the fierce charge that they had dared to make alone.
Ha.s.san sprang to the ground, saying:
"Your horse is dead, Sir Wulf, so we must fight afoot."
"Generous as ever," laughed Wulf. "Even the poisoned wine was a gift!"
"If so, for the last time, I fear me," answered Ha.s.san with a smile.
Then they faced each other, and oh! the scene was strange. Up on the slopes of Hattin the fight still raged. There amidst the smoke and fires of the burning gra.s.s little companies of soldiers stood back to back while the Saracens wheeled round them, thrusting and cutting at them till they fell. Here and there knights charged singly or in groups, and so came to death or capture. About the plain hundreds of foot soldiers were being slaughtered, while their officers were taken prisoners. Towards the camp of Saladin a company advanced with sounds of triumph, carrying aloft a black stump which was the holy Rood, while others drove or led mobs of prisoners, among them the king and his chosen knights.
The wilderness was red with blood, the air was rent with shouts of victory and cries of agony or despair. And there, in the midst of it all, ringed round with grave, courteous Saracens, stood the emir, clad above his mail in his white robe and jewelled turban, facing the great Christian knight, with harness hacked and reddened, the light of battle shining in his fierce eyes, and a smile upon his stained features.
For those who watched the battle was forgotten--or, rather, its interest was centred on this point.
"It will be a good fight," said one of them to G.o.dwin, whom they had suffered to rise, "for though your brother is the younger and the heavier man, he is hurt and weary, whereas the emir is fresh and unwounded. Ah! they are at it!"
Ha.s.san had struck first and the blow went home. Falling upon the point of Wulf"s steel helm, the heavy, razoredged scimitar glanced from it and sh.o.r.e away the links from the flap which hung upon his shoulder, causing the Frank to stagger. Again he struck, this time upon the shield, and so heavily that Wulf came to his knees.
"Your brother is sped," said the Saracen captain to G.o.dwin, but G.o.dwin only answered:
"Wait."
As he spoke Wulf twisted his body out of reach of a third blow, and while Ha.s.san staggered forward with the weight of the missed stroke, placed his hand upon the ground, and springing to his feet, ran backwards six or eight paces.
"He flies!" cried the Saracens; but again G.o.dwin said, "Wait."
Nor was there long to wait.
For now, throwing aside his buckler and grasping the great sword in both his hands, with a shout of "A D"Arcy! A D"Arcy!" Wulf leapt at Ha.s.san as a wounded lion leaps. The sword wheeled and fell, and lo! the shield of the Saracen was severed in two. Again it fell, and his turbaned helm was cloven. A third time, and the right arm and shoulder with the scimitar that grasped it seemed to spring from his body, and Ha.s.san sank dying to the ground.
Wulf stood and looked at him, while a murmur of grief went up from those who watched, for they loved this emir. Ha.s.san beckoned to the victor with his left hand, and throwing down his sword to show that he feared no treachery, Wulf came to him and knelt beside him.
"A good stroke," Ha.s.san said faintly, "that could shear the double links of Damascus steel as though it were silk. Well, as I told you long ago, I knew that the hour of our meeting in war would be an ill hour for me, and my debt is paid. Farewell, brave knight. Would I could hope that we should meet in Paradise! Take that star jewel, the badge of my House, from my turban and wear it in memory of me. Long, long and happy be your days."
Then, while Wulf held him in his arms, Saladin came up and spoke to him, till he fell back and was dead.
Thus died Ha.s.san, and thus ended the battle of Hattin, which broke the power of the Christians in the East.
Chapter Nineteen: Before the Walls of Ascalon
When Ha.s.san was dead, at a sign from Saladin a captain of the Mameluks named Abdullah unfastened the jewel from the emir"s turban and handed it to Wulf. It was a glorious star-shaped thing, made of great emeralds set round with diamonds, and the captain Abdullah, who like all Easterns loved such ornaments, looked at it greedily, and muttered:
"Alas! that an unbeliever should wear the enchanted Star, the ancient Luck of the House of Ha.s.san!" a saying that Wulf remembered.
He took the jewel, then turned to Saladin and said, pointing to the dead body of Ha.s.san:
"Have I your peace, Sultan, after such a deed?"
"Did I not give you and your brother to drink?" asked Saladin with meaning. "Whoever dies, you are safe. There is but one sin which I will not pardon you--you know what it is," and he looked at them. "As for Ha.s.san, he was my beloved friend and servant, but you slew him in fair fight, and his soul is now in Paradise.
None in my army will raise a blood feud against you on that score."
Then dismissing the matter with a wave of his hand, he turned to receive a great body of Christian prisoners that, panting and stumbling like over-driven sheep, were being thrust on towards the camp with curses, blows and mockery by the victorious Saracens.
Among them the brethren rejoiced to see Egbert, the gentle and holy bishop of Nazareth, whom they had thought dead. Also, wounded in many places, his hacked harness hanging about him like a beggar"s rags, there was the black-browed Master of the Templars, who even now could be fierce and insolent.
"So I was right," he mocked in a husky voice, "and here you are, safe with your friends the Saracens, Sir Knights of the visions and the water-skins--"
"From which you were glad enough to drink just now," said G.o.dwin.
"Also," he added sadly, "all the vision is not done." And turning, he looked towards a blazoned tent which with the Sultan"s great pavilion, and not far behind it, was being pitched by the Arab camp-setters. The Master saw and remembered G.o.dwin"s vision of the dead Templars.
"Is it there that you mean to murder me, traitor and wizard?" he asked.
Then rage took hold of G.o.dwin and he answered him:
"Were it not for your plight, here and now I would thrust those words down your throat, as, should we both live, I yet shall hope to do. You call us traitors. Is it the work of traitors to have charged alone through all this host until our horses died beneath us?"--he pointed to where Smoke and Flame lay with glazing eyes--"to have unhorsed Saladin and to have slain this prince in single combat?" and he turned to the body of the emir Ha.s.san, which his servants were carrying away.
"You speak of me as wizard and murderer," he went on, "because some angel brought me a vision which, had you believed it, Templar, would have saved tens of thousands from a b.l.o.o.d.y death, the Christian kingdom from destruction, and yonder holy thing from mockery," and with a shudder he glanced at the Rood which its captors had set up upon a rock not far away with a dead knight tied to its black arms. "You, Sir Templar, are the murderer who by your madness and ambition have brought ruin on the cause of Christ, as was foretold by the count Raymond."
"That other traitor who also has escaped," snarled the Master.
Then Saracen guards dragged him away, and they were parted.
By now the pavilion was up and Saladin entered it, saying:
"Bring before me the king of the Franks and prince Arnat, he who is called Reginald of Chatillon."
Then a thought struck him, and he called to G.o.dwin and Wulf, saying:
"Sir Knights, you know our tongue; give up your swords to the officer--they shall be returned to you--and come, be my interpreters."
So the brethren followed him into the tent, where presently were brought the wretched king and the grey-haired Reginald de Chatillon, and with them a few other great knights who, even in the midst of their misery, stared at G.o.dwin and Wulf in wonderment. Saladin read the look, and explained lest their presence should be misunderstood: