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Updated: June 23, 2025
As it was with these, so it seemed with all, for folk rocked to and fro, then sank to sleep, everyone of them, save the merchant Georgios, who rose to call another toast. "Stranger," said Sir Andrew, in a heavy voice, "your wine is very strong." "It would seem so, Sir Knight," he answered; "but I will wake them from their wassail."
Then Georgios stepped forward, no longer the same Georgios who had sold poisoned wine and Eastern broideries, but a proud-looking, high-browed Saracen clad in the mail which he wore beneath his merchant's robe, and in place of the crucifix wearing on his breast a great star-shaped jewel, the emblem of his house and rank. "Sir Andrew," he said, "hearken to me, I pray you.
Nor was this all, for on the high poop appeared the tall shape of Rosamund herself, and on one side of her, clad now in coat of mail and turban, the emir Hassan, whom they had known as the merchant Georgios, and on the other, a stout man, also clad in mail, who at that distance looked like a Christian knight. Rosamund stretched out her arms towards them.
Thus the pair of them departed, well pleased with their purchases and the Cypriote Georgios, whom they found a very pleasant merchant. Prior John stopped to eat at the Hall that night, when he and Wulf told of all their dealings with this man.
Thus for the last time did old Sir Andrew utter the warcry of his race, which he had feared would never pass his lips again. His prayer had been heard, and he was to die as he had desired. "Down with him! seize the Princess!" said a voice. It was that of Georgios, no longer humble with a merchant's obsequious whine, but speaking in tones of cold command and in Arabic.
Well, let him alone; he will be back for his dinner, the pig! Oh, the wet and the wind! A Cypriote does not mind them in his sheepskins, in which he will sleep even in the snow." So, Georgios still declaiming upon the shortcomings of his servant, they went back into the hall.
"We shall not get the chance," said Wulf, as they walked to the Hall, "since that merchant Georgios has not delivered the wine, of which I hoped to drink a cup to-night." "Perhaps he has sold it at a better price to someone else; it would be like a Cypriote," answered Sir Andrew, smiling.
I will buy it." Afterwards, still recalling his youth, he began to talk of Cyprus, and so time went on until the dark was falling. Now Georgios said that he must be going, as he had sent back his guide to Southminster, where the man desired to eat his Christmas feast.
"Yet I will ask you, sir," he added to Sir Andrew, "to lighten the load a little by accepting this small keg of the old sweet vintage that grows on the slopes of Trooidos." "I remember it well," said Sir Andrew, with a smile; "but, friend, I do not wish to take your wine for nothing." At these words the face of Georgios beamed. "What, noble sir," he exclaimed, "do you know my land of Cyprus?
Look at them!" and he waved his hand towards the recumbent forms. "I say that the devil has been here." Wulf sprang to his feet with an oath. "The devil? Ah! I have it now. You mean the Cyprian chapman Georgios. He who sold wine." "He who sold drugged wine," echoed the chaplain, "and has stolen away the lady Rosamund." Then Wulf seemed to go mad. "Stolen Rosamund over our sleeping carcases!
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