Part 57 (1/2)
Now Rosamund laughed out, and the sweet sound of her laughter was strange in that solemn place and hour.
”Ah, Wulf!” she said. ”Wulf, who must ever speak the truth, even when it costs him dear. Well, I would not have it otherwise.
Queen, and all you foolish people, I did but try your tempers.
Could you, then, think me so base that I would spare to spend this poor life of mine, and to forego such few joys as G.o.d might have in store for me on earth, when those of tens of thousands may hang upon the issue? Nay, nay; it is far otherwise.”
Then Rosamund sheathed the dagger that all this while she had held in her hand, and, lifting the letter from the floor, touched her brow with it in signal of obedience, saying in Arabic to the envoys:
”I am the slave of Salah-ed-din, Commander of the Faithful. I am the small dust beneath his feet. Take notice, Emirs, that in presence of all here gathered, of my own free will I, Rosamund D'Arcy, aforetime princess and sovereign lady of Baalbec, determine to accompany you to the Sultan's camp, there to make prayer for the sparing of the lives of the citizens of Jerusalem, and afterwards to suffer the punishment of death in payment of my flight, according to my royal uncle's high decree. One request I make only, if he be pleased to grant it--that my body be brought back to Jerusalem for burial before this altar, where of my own act I lay down my life. Emirs, I am ready.”
Now the envoys bowed before her in grave admiration, and the air grew thick with blessings. As Rosamund stepped down from the altar the queen threw her arms about her neck and kissed her, while lords and knights, women and children, pressed their lips upon her hands, upon the hem of her white robe, and even on her feet, calling her ”Saint” and ”Deliverer.”
”Alas!” she answered, waving them back. ”As yet I am neither of these things, though the latter of them I hope to be. Come; let us be going.”
”Ay,” echoed Wulf, stepping to her side, ”let us be going.”
Rosamund started at the words, and all there stared. ”Listen, Queen, Emirs, and People,” he went on. ”I am this lady's kinsman and her betrothed knight, sworn to serve her to the end. If she be guilty of a crime against the Sultan, I am more guilty, and on me also shall fall his vengeance. Let us be going.”
”Wulf, Wulf,” she said, ”it shall not be. One life is asked--not both.”
”Yet, lady, both shall be given that the measure of atonement may run over, and Saladin moved to mercy. Nay, forbid me not. I have lived for you, and for you I die. Yes, if they hold me by force, still I die, if need be, on my own sword. When I counselled you just now, I counselled myself also. Surely you never dreamed that I would suffer you to go alone, when by sharing it I could make your doom easier.”
”Oh, Wulf!” she cried. ”You will but make it harder.”
”No, no; faced hand in hand, death loses half its terrors.
Moreover, Saladin is my friend, and I also would plead with him for the people of Jerusalem.”
Then he whispered in her ear, ”Sweet Rosamund, deny me not, lest you should drive me to madness and self-murder, who will have no more of earth without you.”
Now, her eyes full of tears and s.h.i.+ning with love, Rosamund murmured back:
”You are too strong for me. Let it befall as G.o.d wills.”
Nor did the others attempt to stay him any more.
Going to the abbess, Rosamund would have knelt before her, but it was the abbess who knelt and called her blessed, and kissed her.
The sisters also kissed her one by one in farewell. Then a priest was brought--not the patriarch, of whom she would have none, but another, a holy man.
To him apart at the altar, first Rosamund and then Wulf made confession of their sins, receiving absolution and the sacrament in that form in which it was given to the dying; while, save the emirs, all in the church knelt and prayed as for souls that pa.s.s.
The solemn ritual was ended. They rose, and, followed by two of the envoys--for already the third had departed under escort to the court of Saladin to give him warning--the queen, her ladies and all the company, walked from the church and through the convent halls out into the narrow Street of Woe. Here Wulf, as her kinsman, took Rosamund by the hand, leading her as a man leads his sister to her bridal. Without it was bright moonlight, moonlight clear as day, and by now tidings of this strange story had spread through all Jerusalem, so that its narrow streets were crowded with spectators, who stood also upon every roof and at every window.
”The lady Rosamund!” they shouted. ”The blessed Rosamund, who goes to a martyr's death to save us. The pure Saint Rosamund and her brave knight Wulf!” And they tore flowers and green leaves from the gardens and threw them in their path.
Down the long, winding streets, with bent heads and humble mien, companioned ever by the mult.i.tude, through which soldiers cleared the way, they walked thus, while women held up their children to touch the robe of Rosamund or to look upon her face.
At length the gate was reached, and while it was unbarred they halted. Then came forward Sir Balian of Ibelin, bareheaded, and said:
”Lady, on behalf of the people of Jerusalem and of the whole of Christendom, I give you honour and thanks, and to you also, Sir Wulf D'Arcy, the bravest and most faithful of all knights.”