About that field—­yes, and in the camp of Saladin, where lay more dead—­his body seemed to wander searching for something, he knew not what, till it came to him that it was the corpse of Wulf for which he sought and found it not—­nay, nor his own either.  Then once more he heard the spirits pass—­a very great company, for to them were gathered all those dead—­heard them pass away, wailing, ever more faintly wailing for the lost cause of Christ, wailing over Nazareth.

Godwin awoke from his dream trembling, mounted his horse, and rode back to Wulf.  Beneath, as before, lay the sleeping camp, yonder stretched the brown desert, and there sat Wulf watching both.

“Tell me,” asked Godwin, “how long is it since I left you?”

“Some few minutes—­ten perhaps,” answered his brother.

“A short while to have seen so much,” replied Godwin.  Then Wulf looked at him curiously and asked: 

“What have you seen?”

“If I told you, Wulf, you would not believe.”

“Tell me, and I will say.”

So Godwin told him all, and at the end asked him, “What think you?”

Wulf considered awhile, and answered: 

“Well, brother, you have touched no wine to-day, so you are not drunk, and you have done nothing foolish, so you are not mad.  Therefore it would seem that the saints have been talking to you, or, at least, so I should think of any other man whom I knew to be as good as you are.  Yet it is folk like you that see visions, and those visions are not always true, for sometimes, I believe, the devil is their showman.  Our watch is ended, for I hear the horses of the knights who come to relieve us.  Listen; this is my counsel.  In the camp yonder is our friend with whom we travelled from Jerusalem, Egbert, the bishop of Nazareth, who marches with the host.  Let us go to him and lay this matter before him, for he is a holy man and learned; no false, self-seeking priest.”

Godwin nodded in assent, and presently, when the other knights were come and they had made their report to them, they rode off together to the tent of Egbert, and, leaving their horses in charge of a servant, entered.

Egbert was an Englishman who had spent more than thirty years of his life in the East, whereof the suns had tanned his wrinkled face to the hue of bronze, that seemed the darker in contrast with his blue eyes and snow-white hair and beard.  Entering the tent, they found him at his prayers before a little image of the Virgin, and stood with bowed heads until he had finished.  Presently he rose, and greeting them with a blessing, asked them what they needed.

“Your counsel, holy father,” answered Wulf.  “Godwin, set out your tale.”

So, having seen that the tent flap was closed and that none lingered near, Godwin told him his dream.

The old man listened patiently, nor did he seem surprised at this strange story, since in those days men saw—­or thought they saw—­many such visions, which were accepted by the Church as true.