第101章 Before the Walls of Ascalon(3)

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:

"Your pardon, O Princess.A messenger has come from Salah-ed-din demanding the presence of these knights at the banquet that he has made ready for his noble prisoners.""We obey," said Godwin, and rising they bowed to Rosamund and to Masouda, then turned to go, leaving the star jewel where they had been seated.

Very skilfully Mesrour covered it with a fold of his robe, and under shelter of the fold slipped down his hand and grasped it, not knowing that although she seemed to be turned away, Masouda was watching him out of the corner of her eye.Waiting till the brethren reached the tent door, she called out:

"Sir Wulf, are you already weary of the enchanted Star of Fortune, or would you bequeath it to us?"Now Wulf came back, saying heavily:

"I forgot the thing--who would not at such a time? Where is it? Ileft it on the cushion."

"Try the hand of Mesrour," said Masouda, whereat with a very crooked smile the eunuch produced it, and said:

"I wished to show you, Sir Knight, that you must be careful with such gems as these, especially in a camp where there are many dishonest persons.""I thank you," answered Wulf as he took it; "you have shown me."Then, followed by the sound of Masouda's mocking laughter, they left the tent.

The Sultan's messenger led them forward, across ground strewn with the bodies of the murdered Templars and Hospitallers, Iying as Godwin had seen them in his dream on the mountain top near Nazareth.Over one of these corpses Godwin stumbled in the gloom, so heavily, that he fell to his knees.He searched the face in the starlight, to find it was that of a knight of the Hospitallers of whom he had made a friend at Jerusalem-- a very good and gentle Frenchman, who had abandoned high station and large lands to join the order for the love of Christ and charity.Such was his reward on earth--to be struck down in cold blood, like an ox by its butcher.Then, muttering a prayer for the repose of this knight's soul, Godwin rose and, filled with horror, followed on to the royal pavilion, wondering why such things were.

Of all the strange feasts that they ever ate the brethren found this the strangest and the most sad.Saladin was seated at the head of the table with guards and officers standing behind him, and as each dish was brought he tasted it and no more, to show that it was not poisoned.Not far from him sat the king of Jerusalem and his brother, and all down the board great captive nobles, to the number of fifty or more.Sorry spectacles were these gallant knights in their hewn and blood-stained armour, pale-faced, too, with eyes set wide in horror at the dread deeds they had just seen done.Yet they ate, and ate ravenously, for now that their thirst was satisfied, they were mad with hunger.

Thirty thousand Christians lay dead on the Horn and plain of Hattin; the kingdom of Jerusalem was destroyed, and its king a prisoner.The holy Rood was taken as a trophy.Two hundred knights of the sacred Orders lay within a few score of yards of them, butchered cruelly by those very emirs and doctors of the law who stood grave and silent behind their master's seat, at the express command of that merciless master.Defeated, shamed, bereaved--yet they ate, and, being human, could take comfort from the thought that having eaten, by the law of the Arabs, at least their lives were safe.

Saladin called Godwin and Wulf to him that they might interpret for him, and gave them food, and they also ate who were compelled to it by hunger.

"Have you seen your cousin, the princess?" he asked; "and how found you her?" he asked presently.

Then, remembering over what he had fallen outside her tent, and looking at those miserable feasters, anger took hold of Godwin, and he answered boldly:

"Sire, we found her sick with the sights and sounds of war and murder; shamed to know also that her uncle, the conquering sovereign of the East, had slaughtered two hundred unarmed men.

Wulf trembled at his words, but Saladin listened and showed no anger.

"Doubtless," he answered, "she thinks me cruel, and you also think me cruel--a despot who delights in the death of his enemies.Yet it is not so, for I desire peace and to save life, not to destroy it.It is you Christians who for hard upon a hundred years have drenched these sands with blood, because you say that you wish to possess the land where your prophet lived and died more than eleven centuries ago.How many Saracens have you slain?

Hundreds of thousands of them.Moreover, with you peace is no peace.Those Orders that I destroyed tonight have broken it a score of times.Well, I will bear no more.Allah has given me and my army the victory, and I will take your cities and drive the Franks back into the sea.Let them seek their own lands and worship God there after their own fashion, and leave the East in quiet.

"Now, Sir Godwin, tell these captives for me that tomorrow I send those of them who are unwounded to Damascus, there to await ransom while I besiege Jerusalem and the other Christian cities.

Let them have no fear; I have emptied the cup of my anger; no more of them shall die, and a priest of their faith, the bishop of Nazareth, shall stay with their sick in my army to minister to them after their own rites.

So Godwin rose and told them, and they answered not a word, who had lost all hope and courage.

Afterwards he asked whether he and his brother were also to be sent to Damascus.