Part 34 (2/2)

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 G.o.dwin.

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 G.o.dwin. ”Oh, question me no more; it is in the hand of G.o.d.”

”Look,” said Wulf, in a whisper. ”Who stand yonder at the end of the cave--there by the dead men?”

”Their spirits, perchance,” answered G.o.dwin, 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 G.o.dwin! 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 a.s.sa.s.sins.”

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 a.s.sa.s.sins,'

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, p.r.i.c.k them with your sword.

Come, Flame, be not afraid, Flame. Where I go, you can come,” and Masouda thrust her way through the bushes and over the edge of the cliff, talking to the snorting horse and patting its neck.

A minute more, and they were scrambling down a mountain ridge so steep that it seemed as though they must fall and be dashed to pieces at the bottom. Yet they fell not, for, made as it had been to meet such hours of need, this road was safer than it appeared, with ridges cut in the rock at the worst places.

Down they went, and down, till at length, panting, but safe, they stood at the bottom of the darksome gulf where only the starlight shone, for here the rays of the low moon could not reach.

”Mount,” said Masouda. ”Princess, stay you on Flame; he is the surest and the swiftest. Sir Wulf, keep your own horse Smoke; your brother and I will ride those of the soldiers. Though not very swift, doubtless they are good beasts, and accustomed to such roads.” Then she leapt to the saddle as a woman born in the desert can, and pushed her horse in front.

For a mile or more Masouda led them along the rocky bottom of the gulf, where because of the stones they could only travel at a foot pace, till they came to a deep cleft on the left hand, up which they began to ride. By now the moon was quite behind the mountains, and such faint light as came from the stars began to be obscured with drifting clouds. Still, they stumbled on till they reached a little glade where water ran and gra.s.s grew.

”Halt,” said Masouda. ”Here we must wait till dawn for in this darkness the horses cannot keep their footing on the stones.

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