A bright blush flooded Jehane, whose breath also became a trouble.  By a quick movement she drew her veil about her, lest he should see her unquiet breast.  So the mother of Proserpine might have been startled into new maidenhood when, in her wanderings, some herd had claimed her in love.  Her husband watched her keenly, not unkindly.  Jehane’s trouble increased; he left her alone to fight it.  So at last she did; then touched his hand, looking deeply into his face.  He, loving her greatly, held her close.

‘Well, Joy of my Joy?’

‘Lord,’ she said, speaking hurriedly and low, ’let me not see him, ask it not of me.  It is more than I dare.  It is more than would be right; I ask it for his sake, not for mine.  For he has a great heart, the greatest heart that ever man had in the world; also he is sudden to change, as I know very well; and the sight of me denied him might move him to a desperate act, as once before it did.’  She lowered her head lest he should see all she had to show.  He smiled gravely, stroking her hand and playing with it, up and down.

‘No, child, no,’ he said, ’it will do you no harm now.  The harm, I take it, has been done:  soon it will be ended.  You shall hear from his own lips that he will not hurt you.’

Jehane looked at him in wonder, startled out of confusion of face.

‘Do you know more of him than I do, sire?’ she asked, with a quick heart.

‘I believe that I do,’ replied the Old Man; ’and take my word for it, dear child, that I wish him no ill.  I wish him,’ he continued very deliberately, ’less ill than he has sought to do himself.  I wish him most heartily well.  And you, my girl, whom I have grown wisely and tenderly to love; you, my Golden Rose, Moon of the Caliph, my stem, my vine, my holy vase, my garden of endless delight—­for you I wish, above all things, rest after labour, refreshment and peace.  Well, I believe that I shall gain them for you.  Go, therefore, since I bid you, and take with you your son Fulke, that his father may see and bless him, and (if he think fit) provide for him after the custom of his own country.  And when you have learned, as learn you will, from his mouth what I am sure he will tell you, come back to me, my Pleasant Joy, and rest upon my heart.’

Jehane sighed, and wrought with her fingers in her lap.  ’If it must be, sire—­’

‘Why, of course it must be,’ said the Old Man briskly.

He sent her away to the harem with a kiss on her mouth, and had in Cogia, and Bohadin son of Falmy of Balsora.  To these two rapt Assassins he gave careful instructions, which there was no mistaking.  The Golden Rose, properly attended, would accompany them as far as Marseilles.  She would journey on to Pampluna and abide in the court of the King of Navarre (who loved Arabians, as his father before him) until such time as word was brought her by one of them, the survivor, that they had found King Richard, and that he would see her.  Then she would set out, attended by the Vizier, the chief of the eunuchs, and the Mother of Flowers, and act as she saw proper.