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Updated: June 13, 2025
"Lady," he said to Rosamund, "your story is known to me. Salah-ed-din seeks you, nor is it wonderful" here his eyes glittered with a new and horrible light "that he should desire to see such loveliness at his court, although the Frank Lozelle swore through yonder dead spy that you are precious in his eyes because of some vision that has come to him.
Then the black found its feet again and galloped forward to the further gate, and Lozelle also found his feet and turned to run. "Stand! Stand, coward!" yelled ten thousand voices, and, hearing them, he drew his sword and stood. Within three great strides Wulf dragged his charger to its haunches, then wheeled it round.
"Sir captain," he began, addressing Lozelle, "the Princess here tells me a strange story that you have dared to offer your love to her, by Allah! to her, a niece of Salah-ed-din." "What of it, Sir Saracen?" answered Lozelle, insolently. "Is not a Christian knight fit mate for the blood of an Eastern chief? Had I offered her less than marriage, you might have spoken."
That he hated him as he hated yonder Lozelle I know, for he called them dogs and traitors in the boat; and since he could not strike them, his hands being bound, he spat in their faces, cursing them in the name of Allah.
Lozelle saw, and out leapt his blade in answer. Then sweeping past the officers who were with them and reining up their steeds, in a second they were face to face. Lozelle struck first and Godwin caught the stroke upon his buckler, but before he could return it the fedais of either party rushed between them and thrust them asunder. "A pity," said Godwin, as they dragged his horse away.
For a while they ran on, till Lozelle called in a loud voice to the sailors to let the anchor go, and sent a messenger to say that all might rest now, as they were safe. So they laid them down and tried to sleep. But Rosamund could not sleep.
He is conquered!" But the great Wulf only leaned upon the cross-handle of his brand, and looked at the fallen foe. Presently he seemed to speak with him; then Lozelle lifted the blade that lay beside him and gave it to him in token of surrender. Wulf handled it awhile, shook it on high in triumph, and whirled it about his head till it shone in the moonlight.
Rosamund strove to keep her cabin to avoid him, but the heat of the summer sun in the Mediterranean drove her out of it to a place beneath an awning on the poop, where she sat with the woman Marie. Here Lozelle approached her, pretending to bring her food or to inquire after her comfort, but she would answer him nothing.
If you are victor, we will talk of the matter of the lady for whom you bargained as a wife." "My lord, my lord," answered Lozelle, "who can lay a lance on that terrible place in moonlight? Is it thus that you keep faith with me?" "I can and will!" cried Wulf. "Dog, I would fight you in the gates of hell, with my soul on the hazard."
How at the first onset his spear had caught in the links of and torn away the head-piece of his foe, who, if the lacings had not burst, would have been hurled to death, while that of Lozelle struck his buckler fair and shattered on it, rending it from his arm.
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