“What shall we do, Mother?” said Rosamund to her.

“Follow me, both of you,” she said, and they followed her through the nave to the altar rails, and at a sign from her knelt down.

Now they saw that on either side of the altar stood a Christian priest.  The priest to the right—­it was the bishop Egbert—­came forward and began to read over them the marriage service of their faith.

“They’d wed us ere we die,” whispered Rosamund to Wulf.

“So be it,” he answered; “I am glad.”

“And I also, beloved,” she whispered back.

The service went on—­as in a dream, the service went on, while the white-robed sisters sat in their carven chairs and watched.  The rings that were handed to them had been interchanged; Wulf had taken Rosamund to wife, Rosamund had taken Wulf to husband, till death did them part.

Then the old bishop withdrew to the altar, and another hooded monk came forward and uttered over them the benediction in a deep and sonorous voice, which stirred their hearts most strangely, as though some echo reached them from beyond the grave.  He held his hands above them in blessing and looked upwards, so that his hood fell back, and the light of the altar lamp fell upon his face.

It was the face of Godwin, and on his head was the tonsure of a monk.

Once more they stood before Saladin, and now their train was swelled by the abbess and sisters of the Holy Cross.

“Sir Wulf D’Arcy,” said the Sultan, “and you, Rosamund, my niece, princess of Baalbec, the dregs of your cup, sweet or bitter, or bitter-sweet, are drunk; the doom which I decreed for you is accomplished, and, according to your own rites, you are man and wife till Allah sends upon you that death which I withhold.  Because you showed mercy upon those doomed to die and were the means of mercy, I also give you mercy, and with it my love and honour.  Now bide here if you will in my freedom, and enjoy your rank and wealth, or go hence if you will, and live out your lives across the sea.  The blessing of Allah be upon you, and turn your souls light.  This is the decree of Yusuf Salah-ed-din, Commander of the Faithful, Conqueror and Caliph of the East.”

Trembling, full of joy and wonder, they knelt before him and kissed his hand.  Then, after a few swift words between them, Rosamund spoke.

“Sire, that God whom you have invoked, the God of Christian and of Moslem, the God of all the world, though the world worship Him in many ways and shapes, bless and reward you for this royal deed.  Yet listen to our petition.  It may be that many of our faith still lie unransomed in Jerusalem.  Take my lands and gems, and let them be valued, and their price given to pay for the liberty of some poor slaves.  It is our marriage offering.  As for us, we will get us to our own country.”

“So be it,” answered Saladin.  “The lands I will take and devote the sum of them as you desire—­yes, to the last bezant.  The jewels also shall be valued, but I give them back to you as my wedding dower.  To these nuns further I grant permission to bide here in Jerusalem to nurse the Christian sick, unharmed and unmolested, if so they will, and this because they sheltered you.  Ho! minstrels and heralds lead this new-wed pair to the place that has been prepared for them.”