Part 40 (1/2)

”Stand, sons of Sinan!” they said a third time, drawing their swords.

Then with a hiss of disappointed rage the fedai came at them.

”A D'Arcy! A D'Arcy! Help for the Sultan!” shouted the brethren, and the fray began.

Six of the men attacked them, and while they were engaged with these the other two slipped round and tried the door, only to find it fast. Then they also turned upon the brethren, thinking to take the key from off their bodies. At the first rush two of the fedai went down beneath the sweep of the long swords, but after that the murderers would not come close, and while some engaged them in front, others strove to pa.s.s and stab them from behind. Indeed, a blow from one of their long knives fell upon G.o.dwin's shoulder, but the good mail turned it.

”Give way,” he cried to Wulf, ”or they will best us.”

So suddenly they gave way before them till their backs were against the door, and there they stood, shouting for help and sweeping round them with their swords into reach of which the fedai dare not come. Now from without the chamber rose a cry and tumult, and the sound of heavy blows falling upon the gates that the murderers had barred behind them, while upon the further side of the door, which he could not open, was heard the voice of the Sultan demanding to know what pa.s.sed.

The fedai heard these sounds also, and read in them their doom.

Forgetting caution in their despair and rage, they hurled themselves upon the brethren, for they thought that if they could get them down they might still break through the door and slay Salah-ed-din before they themselves were slain. But for awhile the brethren stopped their rush with point and buckler, wounding two of them sorely; and when at length they closed in upon them, the gates were burst, and Ha.s.san and the outer guard were at hand.

A minute later and, but little hurt, G.o.dwin and Wulf were leaning on their swords, and the fedai, some of them dead or wounded and some of them captive, lay before them on the marble floor.

Moreover, the door had been opened, and through it came the Sultan in his nightgear.

”What has chanced?” he asked, looking at them doubtfully.

”Only this, lord,” answered G.o.dwin; ”these men came to kill you and we held them off till help arrived.”

”Kill me! My own guard kill me?”

”They are not your guard; they are fedai, disguised as your guard, and sent by Al-je-bal, as he promised.”

Now Salah-ed-din turned pale, for he who feared nothing else was all his life afraid of the a.s.sa.s.sins and their lord, who thrice had striven to murder him.

”Strip the armour from those men,” went on G.o.dwin, ”and I think that you will find truth in my words, or, if not, question such of them as still live.”

They obeyed, and there upon the breast of one of them, burnt into his skin, was the symbol of the blood-red dagger. Now Saladin saw, and beckoned the brethren aside.

”How knew you of this?” he asked, searching them with his piercing eyes.

”Masouda, the lady Rosamund's waiting woman, warned us that you, lord, and we, were to be murdered tonight by eight men, so we made ready.”

”Why, then, did you not tell me?”

”Because,” answered Wulf, ”we were not sure that the news was true, and did not wish to bring false tidings and be made foolish. Because, also, my brother and I thought that we could hold our own awhile against eight of Sinan's rats disguised as soldiers of Saladin.”

”You have done it well, though yours was a mad counsel,” answered the Sultan. Then he gave his hand first to one and next to the other, and said, simply:

”Sir Knights, Salah-ed-din owes his life to you. Should it ever come about that you owe your lives to Salah-ed-din, he will remember this.”

Thus this business ended. On the morrow those of the fedai who remained alive were questioned, and confessing freely that they had been sent to murder Salah-ed-din who had robbed their master of his bride, the two Franks who had carried her off, and the woman Masouda who had guided them, they were put to death cruelly enough. Also many others in the city were seized and killed on suspicion, so that for awhile there was no more fear from the a.s.sa.s.sins.

Now from that day forward Saladin held the brethren in great friends.h.i.+p, and pressed gifts upon them and offered them honours.

But they refused them all, saying that they needed but one thing of him, and he knew what it was--an answer at which his face sank.

One morning he sent for them, and, except for the presence of prince Ha.s.san, the most favourite of his emirs, and a famous imaum, or priest of his religion, received them alone.

”Listen,” he said briefly, addressing G.o.dwin. ”I understand that my niece, the princess of Baalbec, is beloved by you. Good.