An hour later the captain Abdullah might have been seen walking carelessly towards the tent where the brethren slept. Also, had there been any who cared to watch, something else might have been seen in that low moonlight, for now the storm and the heavy rain which followed it had passed. Namely, the fat shape of the eunuch Mesrour, slipping after him wrapped in a dark camel-hair cloak, such as was commonly worn by camp followers², and taking shelter cunningly behind every rock and shrub³ and rise of the ground. Hidden among some picketed⁴ dromedaries, he saw Abdullah enter the tent of the brethren, then, waiting till a cloud crossed the moon, Mesrour ran to it unseen, and throwing himself down on its shadowed side, lay there like a drunken man, and listened with all his ears. But the thick canvas was heavy with wet, nor would the ropes and the trench⁵ that was dug around permit him, who did not love to lie in the water, to place his head against it. Also, those within spoke⁶ low, and he could only hear single words, such as “garden,” “the star,” “princess.”  
So important did these seem to him, however, that at length Mesrour crept under the cords, and although he shuddered⁷ at its cold, drew his body into the trench of water, and with the sharp point of his knife cut a little slit⁸ in the taut⁹ canvas. To this he set his eye, only to find that it served him nothing, for there was no light in the tent. Still, men were there who talked in the darkness.
 
“Good,” said a voice—it was that of one of the brethren, but which he could not tell, for even to those who knew them best they seemed to be the same. “Good; then it is settled. To-morrow, at the hour arranged, you bring the princess to the place agreed upon, disguised as you have said. In payment for this service I hand you the Luck of Hassan which you covet¹⁰. Take it; here it is, and swear to do your part, since otherwise it will bring no luck to you, for I will kill you the first time we meet—yes, and the other also.”
 
“I swear it by Allah and his prophet,” answered Abdullah in a hoarse¹¹, trembling voice.
 
“It is enough; see that you keep the oath. And now away; it is not safe that you should tarry here.”
 
Then came the sound of a man leaving the tent. Passing round it cautiously, he halted, and opening his hand, looked at its contents to make sure that no trick had been played upon him in the darkness. Mesrour screwed his head round to look also, and saw the light gleam faintly on the surface of the splendid jewel, which he, too, desired so eagerly. In so doing his foot struck a stone, and instantly Abdullah glanced down to see a dead or drunken man lying almost at his feet. With a swift movement he hid the jewel and started to walk away. Then bethinking him that it would be well to make sure that this fellow was dead or sleeping, he turned and kicked the prostrate¹² Mesrour upon the back and with all his strength. Indeed, he did this thrice, putting the eunuch to the greatest agony.
 
“I thought I saw him move,” Abdullah muttered after the third kick; “it is best to make sure,” and he drew his knife.
 
Now, had not terror paralysed him, Mesrour would have cried out, but fortunately for himself, before he found his voice Abdullah had buried the knife three inches deep in his fat thigh¹³. With an effort Mesrour bore this also, knowing that if he showed signs of life the next stroke would be in his heart. Then, satisfied that this fellow, whoever he might be, was either a corpse¹⁴ or insensible, Abdullah drew out the knife, wiped it on his victim’s robe, and departed.
 
Not long afterwards Mesrour departed also, towards the Sultan’s house, bellowing¹⁵ with rage and pain and vowing¹⁶ vengeance¹⁷.
 
It was not long delayed.
 
That very night Abdullah was seized and put to the question. In his suffering he confessed that he had been to the tent of the brethren and received from one of them the jewel which was found upon him, as a bribe¹⁸ to bring the princess to a certain garden outside the camp. But he named the wrong garden. Further, when they asked which of the brethren it was who bribed¹⁹ him, he said he did not know, as their voices were alike, and their tent was in darkness; moreover, that he believed there was only one man in it—at least he heard or saw no other. He added that he was summoned to the tent by an Arab man whom he had never seen before, but who told him that if he wished for what he most desired and good fortune, he was to be there at a certain hour after sunset. Then he fainted, and was put back in prison till the morning by the command of Saladin.
 
When the morning came Abdullah was dead, who desired no more torments²⁰ with doom²¹ at the end of them, having made shift to strangle himself with his robe. But first he had scrawled²² upon the wall with a piece of charcoal²³:
 
“May that accursed Star of Hassan which tempted²⁴ me bring better luck to others, and may hell receive the soul of Mesrour.”
 
Thus died Abdullah, as faithful as he could be in such sore straits, since he had betrayed neither Masouda nor his son, both of whom were in the plot, and said that only one of the brethren was present in the tent, whereas he knew well that the two of them were there and which of these spoke and gave him the jewel.
 
Very early that morning the brethren, who were lying wakeful, heard sounds without their tent, and looking out saw that it was surrounded by Mameluks.
 
“The plot is discovered,” said Godwin to Wulf quietly, but with despair in his face. “Now, my brother, admit nothing, even under torture, lest others perish with us.”
 
“Shall we fight?” asked Wulf as they threw on their mail.
 
But Godwin answered:
 
“Nay²⁵, it would serve us nothing to kill a few brave men.”
 
Then an officer entered the tent, and commanded them to give up their swords and to follow him to Saladin to answer a charge that had been laid against them both, nor would he say any more. So they went as prisoners, and after waiting awhile, were ushered²⁶ into a large room of the house where Saladin lodged²⁷, which was arranged as a court with a dais at one end. Before this they were stood, till presently the Sultan entered through the further door, and with him certain of his emirs and secretaries. Also Rosamund, who looked very pale, was brought there, and in attendance on her Masouda, calm-faced as ever.
 
The brethren bowed to them, but Saladin, whose eyes were full of rage, took no notice of their salutation. For a moment there was silence, then Saladin bade a secretary read the charge, which was brief. It was that they had conspired²⁸ to steal away the princess of Baalbec.
 
“Where is the evidence against us?” asked Godwin boldly. “The Sultan is just, and convicts no man save on testimony²⁹.”
 
Again Saladin motioned to the secretary, who read the words that had been taken down from the lips of the captain Abdullah. They demanded to be allowed to examine the captain Abdullah, and learned that he was already dead. Then the eunuch Mesrour was carried forward, for walk he could not, owing to the wound that Abdullah had given him, and told all his tale, how he had suspected Abdullah, and, following him, had heard him and one of the brethren speaking in the tent, and the words that passed, and afterwards seen Abdullah with the jewel in his hand.
 
When he had finished Godwin asked which of them he had heard speaking with Abdullah, and he answered that he could not say, as their voices were so alike, but one voice only had spoken.
 
Then Rosamund was ordered to give her testimony, and said, truly enough, that she knew nothing of the plot and had not thought of this flight. Masouda also swore that she now heard of it for the first time. After this the secretary announced that there was no more evidence, and prayed of the Sultan to give judgment³⁰ in the matter.
 
“Against which of us,” asked Godwin, “seeing that both the dead and the living witness declared they heard but one voice, and whose that voice was they did not know? According to your own law, you cannot condemn³¹ a man against whom there is no good testimony.”
 
“There is testimony against one of you,” answered Saladin sternly, “that of two witnesses, as is required, and, as I have warned you long ago, that man shall die. Indeed, both of you should die, for I am sure that both are guilty. Still, you have been put upon your trial according to the law, and as a just judge I will not strain the law against you. Let the guilty one die by beheading at sundown, the hour at which he planned to commit his crime. The other may go free with the citizens of Jerusalem who depart to-night, bearing my message to the Frankish leaders in that holy town.”
 
“Which of us, then, is to die, and which to go free?” asked Godwin. “Tell us, that he who is doomed³² may prepare his soul.”
 
“Say you, who know the truth,” answered Saladin.
 
“We admit nothing,” said Godwin; “yet, if one of us must die, I as the elder claim that right.”
 
“And I claim it as the younger. The jewel was Hassan’s gift to me; who else could give it to Abdullah?” added Wulf, speaking for the first time, whereat all the Saracens there assembled, brave men who loved a knightly³⁴ deed, murmured in admiration³⁵, and even Saladin said:
 
“Well spoken, both of you. So it seems that both must die.”
 
Then Rosamund stepped forward and threw herself upon her knees before him, exclaiming:
 
“Sire, my uncle, such is not your justice, that two should be slain³⁶ for the offence of one, if offence there be. If you know not which is guilty, spare them both, I beseech³⁷ you.”
 
He stretched out his hand and raised her from her knees: then thought awhile, and said:
 
“Nay, plead not with me, for however much you love him the guilty man must suffer, as he deserves. But of this matter Allah alone knows the truth, therefore let it be decided³⁸ by Allah,” and he rested his head upon his hand, looking at Wulf and Godwin as though to read their souls.
 
Now behind Saladin stood that old and famous imaum who had been with him and Hassan when he commanded the brethren to depart from Damascus, who all this while had listened to everything that passed with a sour smile. Leaning forward, he whispered in his master’s ear, who considered a moment, then answered him:
 
“It is good. Do so.”
 
So the imaum left the court, and returned presently carrying two small boxes of sandalwood tied with silk and sealed, so like each other that none could tell them apart, which boxes he passed continually from his right hand to his left and from his left hand to his right, then gave them to Saladin.
 
“In one of these,” said the Sultan, “is that jewel known as the enchanted³⁹ Star and the Luck of the House of Hassan, which the prince presented to his conqueror⁴⁰ on the day of Hattin, and for the desire of which my captain Abdullah became a traitor⁴¹ and was brought to death. In the other is a pebble⁴² of the same weight. Come, my niece, take you these boxes and give them to your kinsmen⁴³, to each the box you will. The jewel that is called the Star of Hassan is magical, and has virtue⁴⁴, so they say. Let it choose, therefore, which of these knights⁴⁵ is ripe for death, and let him perish in whose box the Star is found.”
 
“Now,” muttered the imaum into the ear of his master, “now at length we shall learn which it is of these two men that the lady loves.”
 
“That is what I seek to know,” answered Saladin in the same low voice.
 
As she heard this decree Rosamund looked round wildly and pleaded:
 
“Oh! be not so cruel. I beseech you spare me this task. Let it be another hand that is chosen to deal death to one of those of my own blood with whom I have dwelt since childhood. Let me not be the blind sword of fate that frees his spirit, lest it should haunt my dreams and turn all my world to woe⁴⁶. Spare me, I beseech you.”
 
But Saladin looked at her very sternly and answered:
 
“Princess, you know why I have brought you to the East and raised you to great honour here, why also I have made you my companion in these wars. It is for my dream’s sake, the dream which told me that by some noble act of yours you should save the lives of thousands. Yet I am sure that you desire to escape, and plots are made to take you from me, though of these plots you say that you and your woman”—and he looked darkly at Masouda—“know nothing. But these men know, and it is right that you, for whose sake if not by whose command the thing was done, should mete⁴⁷ out its reward, and that the blood of him whom you appoint, which is spilt for you, should be on your and no other head. Now do my bidding.”
 
For a moment Rosamund stared at the boxes, then suddenly she closed her eyes, and taking them up at hazard, stretched out her arms, leaning forward over the edge of the dais. Thereon, calmly enough the brethren took, each of them, the box that was nearest to him, that in Rosamund’s left hand falling to Godwin and that in her right to Wulf. Then she opened her eyes again, stood still, and watched.
 
“Cousin,” said Godwin, “before we break this cord that is our chain of doom, know well that, whatever chances, we blame you not at all. It is God Who acts through you, and you are as innocent of the death of either of us as of that plot whereof we stand accused.”
 
Then he began to unknot the silk which was bound about his box. Wulf, knowing that it would tell all the tale, did not trouble himself as yet, but looked around the room, thinking that, whether he lived or died, never would he see a stranger sight. Every eye in it was

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