“And sent him swift to Paradise, where he would be, at the hands of a gallant foe,” answered Masouda.  “Nay, all his life this emir was happy and beloved, by his sovereign, his wives, his fellows and his servants, nor do I think that he would have desired another end whose wish was to die in battle with the Franks.  At least there is scarce a soldier in the Sultan’s army who would not give all he has for yonder trinket, which is known throughout the land as the Star of Hassan.  So beware, Sir Wulf, lest you be robbed or murdered, although you have eaten the salt of Salah-ed-din.”

“I remember the captain Abdullah looking at it greedily and lamenting that the Luck of the House of Hassan should pass to an unbeliever,” said Wulf.  “Well, enough of this jewel and its dangers; I think Godwin has words to say.”

“Yes,” said Godwin.  “We are here in your tent through the kindness of Saladin, who did not wish us to witness the death of our comrades, but to-morrow we shall be separated again.  Now if you are to escape—­”

“I will escape!  I must escape, even if I am recaptured and die for it,” broke in Rosamund passionately.

“Speak low,” said Masouda.  “I saw the eunuch Mesrour pass the door of the tent, and he is a spy—­they all are spies.”

“If you are to escape,” repeated Godwin in a whisper, “it must be within the next few weeks while the army is on the march.  The risk is great to all of us—­even to you, and we have no plan.  But, Masouda, you are clever; make one, and tell it to us.”

She lifted her head to speak, when suddenly a shadow fell upon them.  It was that of the head eunuch, Mesrour, a fat, cunning-faced man, with a cringing air.  Low he bowed before them, saying: 

“Your pardon, O Princess.  A messenger has come from Salah-ed-din demanding the presence of these knights at the banquet that he has made ready for his noble prisoners.”

“We obey,” said Godwin, and rising they bowed to Rosamund and to Masouda, then turned to go, leaving the star jewel where they had been seated.

Very skilfully Mesrour covered it with a fold of his robe, and under shelter of the fold slipped down his hand and grasped it, not knowing that although she seemed to be turned away, Masouda was watching him out of the corner of her eye.  Waiting till the brethren reached the tent door, she called out: 

“Sir Wulf, are you already weary of the enchanted Star of Fortune, or would you bequeath it to us?”

Now Wulf came back, saying heavily: 

“I forgot the thing—­who would not at such a time?  Where is it?  I left it on the cushion.”

“Try the hand of Mesrour,” said Masouda, whereat with a very crooked smile the eunuch produced it, and said: 

“I wished to show you, Sir Knight, that you must be careful with such gems as these, especially in a camp where there are many dishonest persons.”

“I thank you,” answered Wulf as he took it; “you have shown me.”  Then, followed by the sound of Masouda’s mocking laughter, they left the tent.