Then came the weariest time of waiting the brethren had ever known, or were to know, although at first they did not feel it so long and heavy.Water trickled from the walls of this cave, and Wulf, who was parched with thirst, gathered it in his hands and drank till he was satisfied.Then he let it run upon his head to cool its aching; and Godwin bathed such of his brother's hurts and bruises as could be come at, for he did not dare to remove the hauberk, and so gave him comfort.
When this was done, and he had looked to the saddles and trappings of the horses, Wulf told of all that had passed between him and Lozelle on the bridge.How at the first onset his spear had caught in the links of and torn away the head-piece of his foe, who, if the lacings had not burst, would have been hurled to death, while that of Lozelle struck his buckler fair and shattered on it, rending it from his arm.How they pushed past each other, and for a moment the fore hoofs of Smoke hung over the abyss, so that he thought he was surely sped: How at the next course Lozelle's spear passed beneath his arm, while his, striking full upon Sir Hugh's breast, brought down the black horse and his rider as though a thunderbolt had smitten them, and how Smoke, that could not check its furious pace, leapt over them, as a horse leaps a-hunting: How he would not ride down Lozelle, but dismounted to finish the fray in knightly fashion, and, being shieldless, received the full weight of the great sword upon his mail, so that he staggered back and would have fallen had he not struck against the horse.
Then he told of the blows that followed, and of his last that wounded Lozelle, shearing through his mail and felling him as an ox is felled by the butcher: How also, when he sprang forward to kill him, this mighty and brutal man had prayed for mercy, prayed it in the name of Christ and of their own mother, whom as a child he knew in Essex: How he could not slaughter him, being helpless, but turned away, saying that he left him to be dealt with by Al-je-bal, whereupon this traitorous dog sprang up and strove to knife him.He told also of their last fearful struggle, and how, shaken as he was by the blow upon his back, although the point of the dagger had not pierced his mail, he strove with Lozelle, man to man; till at length his youth, great natural strength, and the skill he had in wrestling, learnt in many a village bout at home, enabled him to prevail, and, while they hung together on the perilous edge of the gulf, to free his right hand, draw his poniard, and make an end.
"Yet," added Wulf, "never shall I forget the look of that man's eyes as he fell backwards, or the whistling scream which came from his pierced throat.""At least there is a rogue the less in the world, although he was a brave one in his own knavish fashion," answered Godwin.
"Moreover, my brother," he added, placing his arm about Wulf's neck, "I am glad it fell to you to fight him, for at the last grip your might overcame, where I, who am not so strong, should have failed.Further, I think you did well to show mercy, as a good knight should; that thereby you have gained great honour, and that if his spirit can see through the darkness, our dead uncle is proud of you now, as I am, my brother.""I thank you," replied Wulf simply; "but, in this hour of torment, who can think of such things as honour gained?"Then, lest he should grow stiff, who was sorely bruised beneath his mail, they began to walk up and down the cave from where the horses stood to where the two dead Assassins lay by the door, the faint light gleaming upon their stern, dark features.III company they seemed in that silent, lonely place.
The time crept on; the moon sank towards the mountains.
"What if they do not come?" asked Wulf.
"Let us wait to think of it till dawn," answered Godwin.
Again they walked the length of the cave and back.
"How can they come, the door being barred?" asked Wulf.
"How did Masouda come and go?" answered Godwin."Oh, question me no more; it is in the hand of God.""Look," said Wulf, in a whisper."Who stand yonder at the end of the cave--there by the dead men?""Their spirits, perchance," answered Godwin, drawing his sword and leaning forward.Then he looked, and true enough there stood two figures faintly outlined in the gloom.They glided towards them, and now the level moonlight shone upon their white robes and gleamed in the gems they wore.
"I cannot see them," said a voice."Oh, those dead soldiers--what do they portend ? ""At least yonder stand their horses," answered another voice.
Now the brethren guessed the truth, and, like men in a dream, stepped forward from the shadow of the wall.
"Rosamund!" they said.
"Oh Godwin! oh Wulf!" she cried in answer."Oh, Jesu, I thank Thee, I thank Thee--Thee, and this brave woman!" and, casting her arms about Masouda, she kissed her on the face.
Masouda pushed her back, and said, in a voice that was almost harsh: "It is not fitting, Princess, that your pure lips should touch the cheek of a woman of the Assassins."But Rosamund would not be repulsed.
"It is most fitting," she sobbed, "that I should give you thanks who but for you must also have become 'a woman of the Assassins,'
or an inhabitant of the House of Death."
Then Masouda kissed her back, and, thrusting her away into the arms of Wulf, said roughly:
"So, pilgrims Peter and John, your patron saints have brought you through so far; and, John, you fight right well.Nay, do not stop for our story, if you wish us to live to tell it.What! You have the soldiers' horses with your own? Well done! I did not credit you with so much wit.Now, Sir Wulf, can you walk? Yes; so much the better; it will save you a rough ride, for this place is steep, though not so steep as one you know of.Now set the princess upon Flame, for no cat is surer-footed than that horse, as you may remember, Peter.I who know the path will lead it.
John, take you the other two; Peter, do you follow last of all with Smoke, and, if they hang back, prick them with your sword.
