“Bruised and shaken—­no more,” answered Wulf.

“A good beginning, truly.  Now for the rest,” said Godwin.  Then he glanced over his shoulder, and added, “See, they are leading Rosamund away, but Sinan remains, to speak with you doubtless, for Masouda beckons.”

“What shall we do?” asked Wulf.  “Make a plan, brother, for my head swims.”

“Hear what he has to say.  Then, as your horse is not wounded either, ride for it when I give the signal as Masouda bade us.  There is no other way.  Pretend that you are wounded.”

So, Godwin leading, while the multitude roared a welcome to the conquering Wulf who had borne himself so bravely for their pleasure, they rode to the mouth of the bridge and halted in the little space before the archway.  There Al-je-bal spoke by Masouda.

“A noble fray,” he said.  “I did not think that Franks could fight so well; Say, Sir Knight, will you feast with me in my palace?”

“I thank you, lord,” answered Wulf, “but I must rest while my brother tends my hurts,” and he pointed to blood upon his mail.  “To-morrow, if it pleases you.”

Sinan stared at them and stroked his beard, while they trembled, waiting for the word of fate.

It came.

“Good.  So be it.  To-morrow I wed the lady Rose of Roses, and you two—­her brothers—­shall give her to me, as is fitting,” and he sneered.  “Then also you shall receive the reward of valour—­a great reward, I promise you.”

While he spoke Godwin, staring upward, had noted a little wandering cloud floating across the moon.  Slowly it covered it, and the place grew dim.

“Now,” he whispered, and bowing to the Al-je-bal, they pushed their horses through the open gate where the mob closed in on them, thus for a little while holding back the escort from following on their heels.  They spoke to Flame and Smoke, and the good horses plunged onward side by side, separating the crowd as the prows of boats separate the water.  In ten paces it grew thin, in thirty it was behind them, for all folk were gathered about the archway where they could see, and none beyond.  Forward they cantered, till the broad road turned to the left, and in that faint light they were hidden.

“Away!” said Godwin, shaking his reins.

Forward leapt the horses at speed.  Again Godwin turned, taking that road which ran round the city wall and through the gardens, leaving the guest-castle to the left, whereas their escort followed that whereby they had come, which passed along the main street of the inner town, thinking that they were ahead of them.  Three minutes more and they were in the lonely gardens, in which that night no women wandered and no neophytes dreamed in the pavilions.

“Wulf,” said Godwin, as they swept forward, skimming the turf like swallows, “draw your sword and be ready.  Remember the secret cave may be guarded, and, if so, we must kill or be killed.”