"I am the Queen Sybilla, with her ladies.""And what would you with us, O Queen? The right of sanctuary?""Nay; I bring with me some envoys from Saladin, who would have speech with the lady named Rosamund D'Arcy, who is among you."Now at these words Rosamund fled to the altar, and stood there, still holding the naked dagger in her hand.
"Let her not fear," went on the silvery voice, "for no harm shall come to her against her will.Admit us, holy Abbess, we beseech you in the name of Christ."Then the abbess said, "Let us receive the queen with such dignity as we may." Motioning to the nuns to take their appointed seats.
in the choir she placed herself in the great chair at the head of them, whilst behind her at the raised altar stood Rosamund, the bare knife in her hand.
The door was opened, and through it swept a strange procession.
First came the beauteous queen wearing her insignia of royalty, but with a black veil upon her head.Next followed ladies of her court--twelve of them-- trembling with fright but splendidly apparelled, and after these three stern and turbaned Saracens clad in mail, their jewelled scimitars at their sides.Then appeared a procession of women, most of them draped in mourning, and leading scared children by the hand; the wives, sisters, and widows of nobles, knights and burgesses of Jerusalem.Last of all marched a hundred or more of captains and warriors, among them Wulf, headed by Sir Balian and ended by the patriarch Heraclius in his gorgeous robes, with his attendant priests and acolytes.
On swept the queen, up the length of the long church, and as she came the abbess and her nuns rose and bowed to her, while one offered her the chair of state that was set apart to be used by the bishop in his visitations.But she would have none of it.
"Nay," said the queen, "mock me with no honourable seat who come here as a humble suppliant, and will make my prayer upon my knees."So down she went upon the marble floor, with all her ladies and the following women, while the solemn Saracens looked at her wondering and the knights and nobles massed themselves behind.
"What can we give you, O Queen," asked the abbess, "who have nothing left save our treasure, to which you are most welcome, our honour, and our lives?""Alas!" answered the royal lady."Alas, that I must say it! Icome to ask the life of one of you."
"Of whom, O Queen?"
Sybilla lifted her head, and with her outstretched arm pointed to Rosamund, who stood above them all by the high altar.
For a moment Rosamund turned pale, then spoke in a steady voice:
"Say, what service can my poor life be to you, O Queen, and by whom is it sought?"Thrice Sybilla strove to answer, and at last murmured:
"I cannot.Let the envoys give her the letter, if she is able to read their tongue.""I am able," answered Rosamund, and a Saracen emir drew forth a roll and laid it against his forehead, then gave it to the abbess, who brought it to Rosamund.With her dagger blade she cut its silk, opened it, and read aloud, always in the same quiet voice, translating as she read:--"In the name of Allah the One, the All-merciful, to my niece, aforetime the princess of Baalbec, Rosamund D'Arcy by name, now a fugitive hidden in a convent of the Franks in the city el-Kuds Esh-sherif, the holy city of Jerusalem:
"Niece,--All my promises to you I have performed, and more, since for your sake I spared the lives of your cousins, the twin knights.But you have repaid me with ingratitude and trickery, after the manner of those of your false and accursed faith, and have fled from me.I promised you also, again and yet again, that if you attempted this thing, death should be your portion.No longer, therefore, are you the princess of Baalbec, but only an escaped Christian slave, and as such doomed to die whenever my sword reaches you.
"Of my vision concerning you, which caused me to bring you to the East from England, you know well.Repeat it in your heart before you answer.That vision told me that by your nobleness and sacrifice you should save the lives of many.I demanded that you should be brought back to me, and the request was refused--why, it matters not.Now I understand the reason--that this was so ordained.I demand no more that force should be used to you.Idemand that you shall come of your own free will, to suffer the bitter and shameful reward of your sin.Or, if you so desire, bide where you are of your own free will, and be dealt with as God shall decree.This hangs upon your judgment.If you come and ask it of me, I will consider the question of the sparing of Jerusalem and its inhabitants.If you refuse to come, I will certainly put every one of them to the sword, save such of the women and children as may be kept for slaves.Decide, then, Niece, and quickly, whether you will return with my envoys, or bide where they find you.--Yusuf Salah-ed-dinRosamund finished reading, and the letter fluttered from her hand down to the marble floor.
Then the queen said:
"Lady, we ask this sacrifice of you in the name of these and all their fellows," and she pointed to the women and the children behind her.
"And my life?" mused Rosamund aloud."It is all I have.When Ihave paid it away I shall be beggared," and her eyes wandered to where the tall shape of Wulf stood by a pillar of the church.
"Perchance Saladin will be merciful," hazarded the queen.
