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(ALL RIQHTS RESERVED.] CHAPTER VII. The Banner of Saladin. As the echoes of Hassan's whistle died away there wag a crash, amongst the wooden eh utters of the window behind them, and down into the room leaped a long, lithe figure, holding an axe aloft. Before Slir iAndrew could turn to see whence came the sound, that axe dealt him a. fearful blow between the shoulders, which, although the ringed mail remained unshorn, shattered his spine beneath. Down he fell, rolled on to his back, and lay there, still able to speak, and without pain, but helpless as a child, for he was paralysed, and never more would move lhand or foot or head. In the silence that followed he spoke in a Sieavy voice, letting his eyes rest upon the aaan who had struck him down. 44 A knightly blow, truly; one worthy of a Christian born who does murder for Paynim pay! Traitor to God and man, who have paten. my bread and now slaughter me like an ox on my hearthstone, may your end be even worse, and at the hands of those you serve!" The palmer Nicholas, for it waa he, Although he no longer wore the palmer's robe, slunk away muttering, and was lost among the crowd in the passage. Then, with a, sudden and a bitter cry, Roeamund swooped forwa-rd as a. bird swoops, snatched up the brand her sire would never lift again, and, setting its hilt upon the floor, oast herself forward. But the point never touched her breast, for swiftly sprang the Emir and struck the steel aside; then. as she fell, caught her in his arms. "Lady," he said, looe-ing her very gently, "Allah does not need you yet. I have told you that it is not fated. Now, will you pass in a your word-for being of the blood of ^alafried-din and D'Arcy, you, too, cannot lie—that neither now nor afterwards you will attempt to harm yourself? If not, I must bind you, which I am most loth, to do-it is a sacrilege to which I pray you will not force me." Promise, Rosamund," said the hollow voice of her father, and go to fulfil your fate, for self-murder is a crime, and the man is right: it is decreed. I bid you promise." I promise," said Rosamund. It is your hour, my lord Hassan." He bowed deeply, and answered: I am satisfied, and henceforth we are your servants to obey. Princess, the night air is bitter; yon cannot trajrel thus. In. which chamber are your garments?" She pointed with her finger. A man took a taper, and, accompanied by two others, entered the pla.ce-. to return presently with their arms full of all the apparel that they could and. Indeed, they even brought her missal and the silver crucifix tha.t hung aoove her head, a.nd with it her leathern case of trinkets. I Keep out the warmest cloak," -aid Hassan, and tie the rest up in those carpets." 80 the rags that Sir Andrew had bought j that day from the merchant Gecrgice I made to serve as travelling bags to hold his r daughter's gear. Even in this hour of haste I and domger thought was taken, for her comfort. "Pri-ncess." said Hassan, bowing, my master, your uncle, sent you certain, jewels of no mean value. Is it your wish that they should accompany you?" Without lifting her eyes from her dying father's face, Rosamund answered heavily: "Where they are, there let them bide. What 1ha,ve I to do with jewels?" "Tour will is my law," he said; "and others j -will be found for you. Princess, all is ready: !We wait your pleasure." "My pleasure? Oh, God, my pleasure!" (exclaimed Roeaanund in the same drear voice, still atarrng at her father, who lay before her I <m the ground. I I cannot help it." said Hassan, answering the question in her eyes, and there was grief in hia tone. He would not come. he brought it en himself; though in truth I wish that aoouTsed Frank had not struck so shrewdly. If you ask it, we will bear him with yon; but, lady, it is idle to hide the truth-he is sped. I have studied medicine, and I know." Say," said Sir Andrew from the floor; "leave me here. Daughter, we must part awhile. As I stole his child from Ayoub, so Ayoub's eon steals my child from me. Daughter, cling to the faith—that we may meet again." To the death," she answered. Be comforted," said Ha,an. Has not Salah-ed-din passed his word that except her own will or that of Allah should change her heart, a. crose-worehipper she may live and die? Lady, for your own sake as well as ours, let this sad farewell be brief. Begone, my servants, taking these dead and wounded with you. There are things it is not fitting that common eyes should see." They obeyed, and the three of them remained alone together. Then Rosamund knelt down beside her father, and they whispered into each other's ears. Hassan turned his back upon them, and thTew the corner of his cloak over his head a.nd eyes that be might neither see nor hear their voices in this dread and holy hour of parting. I It would seem that they found some kind of hope and consolation in it-at least when Rosamund kissed him for the last time, Sir Andrew smiled and said: Tee, yes; it may all be for the best. God will guard you, and His will be done. But I forgot. Tell me, daughter, which?" Again she whispered into his ear, and, when he had thought a. moment he answered: "Maybe you are right. I think that is wisest for all three. And now on all three of you--av, and on your children's child-ren- let my blessing rest, as rest it shall. Come hither, Emir." Hussan heard lrim through his cloak, and, uncovering, came. Say to Saladin, your master, that he has been too strong for me. and paid me back in my own coin. Well, had it been otherwise, my daughter and I must soon have parted, for death drew near to me. At least it is the decree of God. to which I bow my head, trusting there may be truth in that dream of his, and that our sorrows, in some way unforeseen, will bring blessings to our brethren in the East. But to Saladin say also that whatever his bigot fa-ith may teach, for Christian and for Paynim there is a meeting-place beyond the grave. Say that if aught of wrong or insult is done toward this maiden I swear by the God who made us both that there I will hold him to account. Now, since it must be so, take her and go your way, knowing that my spirit follows after you and her; yes, and that even in this world she will find avengers." I hear your words, and I will deliver them," answered Hassan. More, I believe that they are true, and for the rest you have the oath, of Salah-ed-din—ay, and my oath while she is in my charge. Therefore, Sir Andrew D'Arcy. forgive us, who are but the instruments of Allah, and die in peace." I, who have so much to be forgiven, for- give you," answered the old knight slowly. Then his eyes fixed themselves upon his daughter's face with one long, searching look, and closed. I think that he is dead," said Hassan. STay God, the Merciful and Compassionate, rest has soul! And, taking a white garment from the wall, he fiu-ng it over him, adding, Lady, come." Thrice Rosamund looked at the shouded figure on th-e floor; once She wrung her hands a-ad seemed about to fall. Then, as though a thought struck her, she lifted her father's sword from where it lay, and# gathering her strength, drew herself up and passed like a queen down the blood-stained passage and the steps of the solar. In the hall beneath waited the band of Hassan, who bowed as she came—a vision of despairing loveliness, that held aloft a red and naked sword. There, too, lay the drugged men fallen this way and that, and among them Wulf across the table, and Godwin on the dais. Rosa- mund spoke: Are these dead or sleeping?" "Have no fear." answered Hassan. "By my hope of paradise, they do but sleep, and will awake ere morning." lTo be continued to-morrow.)

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