For an hour or more he sat close by the horses, and noted that they fed uneasily and would not lie down.  Soon, however, he was lost in his own thoughts, and, as he heard no more of the lions, fell to wondering over the strangeness of their journey and of what the end of it might be.  He wondered also about Masouda, who she was, how she came to know so much, why she befriended them if she really was a friend, and other things—­for instance, of that leap over the sunken stream; and whether—­no, surely he had been mistaken, her eyes had never looked at him like that.  Why, he was sleeping at his post, and the eyes in the darkness yonder were not those of a woman.  Women’s eyes were not green and gold; they did not grow large, then lessen and vanish away.

Godwin sprang to his feet.  As he thought, they were no eyes.  He had dreamed, that was all.  So he took cedar boughs and threw them on to the fire, where soon they flared gloriously, which done he sat himself down again close to Wulf, who was lost in heavy slumber.

The night was very still and the silence so deep that it pressed upon him like a weight.  He could bear it no longer, and rising, began to walk up and down in front of the cave, drawing his sword and holding it in his hand as sentries do.  Masouda lay upon the ground, with her head pillowed on a saddle-bag, and the moonlight fell through the cedar boughs upon her face.  Godwin stopped to look at it, and wondered that he had never noted before how beautiful she was.  Perhaps it was but the soft and silvery light which clothed those delicate features with so much mystery and charm.  She might be dead, not sleeping; but even as he thought this, life came into her face, colour stole up beneath the pale, olive-hued skin, the red lips opened, seeming to mutter some words, and she stretched out her rounded arms as though to clasp a vision of her dream.

Godwin turned aside; it seemed not right to watch her thus, although in truth he had only come to know that she was safe.  He went back to the fire, and lifting a cedar bough, which blazed like a torch in his left hand, was about to lay it down again on the centre of the flame, when suddenly he heard the sharp and terrible cry of a woman in an agony of pain or fear, and at the same moment the horses and mules began to plunge and snort.  In an instant, the blazing bough still in his hand, he was back by the cave, and lo! there before him, the form of Masouda, hanging from its jaws, stood a great yellow beast, which, although he had never seen its like, he knew must be a lioness.  It was heading for the cave, then catching sight of him, turned and bounded away in the direction of the fire, purposing to reenter the wood beyond.

But the woman in its mouth cumbered it, and running swiftly, Godwin came face to face with the brute just opposite the fire.  He hurled the burning bough at it, whereon it dropped Masouda, and rearing itself straight upon its hind legs, stretched out its claws, and seemed about to fall on him.  For this Godwin did not wait.  He was afraid, indeed, who had never before fought lions, but he knew that he must do or die.  Therefore he charged straight at it, and with all the strength of his strong arm drove his long sword into the yellow breast, till it seemed to him that the steel vanished and he could see nothing but the hilt.