"So they opened, though doubtfully, and we entered, and I barred the door behind us.Then, to be short, through the darkness of the tower basement, guiding ourselves by the wall, we crept to the entrance of that way of which I know the secret.Ay, and along all its length and through the rock door of escape at the end of which I set so that none can turn it, save skilled masons with their tools, and into the cave where we found you.It was no great matter, having the Signet, although without the Signet it had not been possible to-night, when every gate is guarded.""No great matter!" gasped Rosamund."Oh, Godwin and Wulf! if you could know how she thought of and made ready everything; if you could have seen how all those cruel men glared at us, searching out our very souls! If you could have heard how high she answered them, waving that ring before their eyes and bidding them to obey its presence, or to die!""Which they surely have done by now," broke in Masouda quietly, "though I do not pity them, who were wicked.Nay; thank me not; Ihave done what I promised to do, neither less nor more, and--Ilove danger and a high stake.Tell us your story, Sir Godwin."So, seated there on the grass in the darkness, he told them of their mad ride and of the slaying of the guards, while Rosamund raised her hands and thanked Heaven for its mercies, and that they were without those accursed walls.
"You may be within them again before sunset," said Masouda grimly.
"Yes," answered Wulf, "but not alive.Now what plan have you? To ride for the coast towns?""No," replied Masouda; "at least not straight, since to do so we must pass through the country of the Assassins, who by this day's light will be warned to watch for us.We must ride through the desert mountain lands to Emesa, many miles away, and cross the Orontes there, then down into Baalbec, and so back to Beirut.""Emesa?" said Godwin."Why Saladin holds that place, and of Baalbec the lady Rosamund is princess.""Which is best?" asked Masouda shortly."That she should fall into the hands of Salah-ed-din, or back into those of the master of the Assassins? Choose which you wish.""I choose Salah-ed-din," broke in Rosamund, "for at least he is my uncle, and will do me no wrong." Nor, knowing the case, did the others gainsay her.
Now at length the summer day began to break, and while it was still too dark to travel, Godwin and Rosamund let the horses graze, holding them by their bridles.Masouda, also, taking off the hauberk of Wulf, doctored his bruises as best she could with the crushed leaves of a bush that grew by the stream, having first washed them with water, and though the time was short, eased him much.Then, so soon as the dawn was grey, having drunk their fill and, as they had nothing else, eaten some watercress that grew in the stream, they tightened their saddle girths and started.Scarcely had they gone a hundred yards when, from the gulf beneath, that was hidden in grey mists, they heard the sound of horse's hoofs and men's voices.
"Push on," said Masouda, "Al-je-bal is on our tracks."Upwards they climbed through the gathering light, skirting the edge of dreadful precipices which in the gloom it would have been impossible to pass, till at length they reached a great table land, that ran to the foot of some mountains a dozen miles or more away.Among those mountains soared two peaks, set close together.To these Masouda pointed, saying that their road ran between them, and that beyond lay the valley of the Orontes.
While she spoke, far behind them they heard the sound of men shouting, although they could see nothing because of the dense mist.
"Push on," said Masouda; "there is no time to spare," and they went forward, but only at a hand gallop, for the ground was still rough and the light uncertain.
When they had covered some six miles of the distance between them and the mountain pass, the sun rose suddenly and sucked up the mist.This was what they saw.Before them lay a flat, sandy plain; behind, the stony ground that they had traversed, and riding over it, two miles from them, some twenty men of the Assassins.
"They cannot catch us," said Wulf; but Masouda pointed to the right, where the mist still hung, and said:
"Yonder I see spears."
Presently it thinned, and there a league away they saw a great body of mounted soldiers--perhaps there were four hundred.
"Look," she said; "they have come round during the night, as Ifeared they would.Now we must cross the path before them or be taken," and she struck her horse fiercely with a stick she had cut at the stream.Half a mile further on a shout from the great body of men to their right, which was answered by another shout from those behind, told them that they were seen.
"On!" said Masouda."The race will be close." So they began to gallop their best.
Two miles were done, but although that behind was far off, the great cloud of dust to their right grew ever nearer till it seemed as though it must reach the mouth of the mountain pass before them.Then Godwin spoke:
"Wulf and Rosamund ride on.Your horses are swift and can outpace them.At the crest of the mountain pass wait a while to breathe the beasts, and see if we come.If not, ride on again, and God be with you.""Ay," said Masouda, "ride and head for the Emesa bridge--it can be seen from far--and there yield yourselves to the officers of Salah-ed-din."They hung back, but in a stern voice Godwin repeated:
"Ride, I command you both."
"For Rosamund's sake, so be it," answered Wulf.
Then he called to Smoke and Flame, and they stretched themselves out upon the sand and passed thence swifter than swallows.Soon Godwin and Masouda, toiling behind, saw them enter the mouth of the pass.
"Good," she said."Except those of their own breed, there are no horses in Syria that can catch those two.They will come to Emesa, have no fear.""Who was the man who brought them to us?" asked Godwin, as they galloped side by side, their eyes fixed upon the ever-nearing cloud of dust, in which the spear points sparkled.
