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[ALL RIQHTS RESERVED.] 1 CHAPTER Vil.-Continued. I The Banner of Safadin. I T. ake horse swiftly, he gasped, pausing How and again to reet, "and rouse the countryside. There is stall a chance. Nay, seven hours have gone by; there is no chance. Their plans were too well laid; by now they ,will be at sea. So hear me. Go to Palestine. There is money for your faring in my chest; but go alone, with, no company, for in time of peace these would betray you. Godwin, draw off this ring from my finger, and with it as a. token, find out Jebal, the black sheikh, of the Mountain Tribe at Masyaf on Lebanon, and bid him remember the vow made to land.re,w D'Arcy, the English knight. If any earn, aid you, it will be Jebal, who hates the Houses of Nur-ed-din and of Ayoub. So, I charge you, let nothing-I say nothing-turn you aside from seeking him. Afterwards act as God shall guide you. If he still lives, kill that traitor Nicholas and Hugh Lozelle, but, save in open war, spare the Emir Hassan, who did but do his duty as an Eastern reads it, and. showed some mercy, for he could have slain or burnt us all. This riddle has been hard for me; yet now, in my dying hour, I eeem to see its answer. I think that Saladin did not dream in. vain. Keep brave hearts, for I think also that at Masyaf you will find friends, and that things will yet go well, and our sorrows bear good fruit. "What is that you said? She left you my father's sword, Wulf? Then wield it bravely, winning honour for OUT name. She left you the cross, Godwin? "Wear it worthily, win- ning glory for the Lord and salvation to your soul. Remember what you have sworn. Whate'er befall, bear no bitterness to one another, and be true to one another, and to her, your lady, so that when at the last you make your report to me before high Heaven, I may have no cause to be ashamed of you, my nephews, Godwin and Wulf." For a moment he was silent, until his face lit up as with a great gladness, and he cried in a loud, clear voice, Beloved wife, I hear you! Oh, God. I come!" Then, though his eyes stayed open, and the smile still rested on his face, his jaw fell. Thus died Sir Andrew D'Arcy. Still kneeling on either side of him the 'brethren watched the end, and, as his spirit passed, bowed their heads in prayer. We have seen a great death," said God- win pre-,ently. "let us learn a lesson from it, that when our time comes we may die like him." Aye." answered Wulf, springing to his feet; "bat first let us take vengeance for it. Why, what is this? Rosamund's writing! :Read it, Godwin." Godwin took the parchment and read: Follow me to Saladin. In that hope I live on. Surely we will follow you, Rosamund," be cried aloud. Follow you through life to death or victory." Then he threw down the paper, and calling for the chaplain to come to watch the body, they ran into the hall. By this time about half of the folk were awake from their drugged sleep, whilst others who had been doctored by the man Ali in the barn came staggering into the hall—wild-eyed, white- faced, and holding their hands to their heads and hearts. They were so sick and bewil- dered, indeed, that it was difficult to make them understand what had chanced, and when they learned the truth, the most of them could only groan. Still, a few were found strong enough in wit and body to grope their way through the darkness and the filling snow to Stangate Abbey, to Southmineter, and to I the houses of their neighbours, although of these there were none near, praying: that every true man would arm and ride to help them in the hunt. Also Wulf, cursing the priest Matthew and himself that he had not thought of it before, called him from his prayers by their dead uncle, and charged: "him to climb the church tower as swiftly as he could, and set light to the beacon that was laid ready there. Away he went, taking flint, steely and tinder with him, and ten minutes later the blaze was flaring furiously above the roof of Steeple Church, warning all men of the need, for help. Then they armed, saddled such horses as they had, amongst them the three that had been left there by the mer- chant Georgios, and gathered, all of them who were not too sick to ride or run, in the courtyard of the Hall. But as yet their haste availed them little, for the moon was down. Snow fell also, and the night was still black as death-so black that a man could scarcely see the hand he held before his face. So they must wait, and wait they did, eating their hearts out with grief and rage, and bathing their aching brows in snow and ice-cold water. At length the dawn began to break, and by its first grey light they saw men mounted and afoot feeling their way through the snow. shouting to each other as they came to know what dreadful thing had happened at Steeple. Quickly the tidings spread among them that Sir Andrew was slain, and the ]..ady Rosamund snatched away by Paynims, while all who feasted in the place had been drugged with poisoned wine by a man whom they believed to be a merchant. So soon as a band was got together—perhaps thirty men in all—and there was light to stir by, they set out and began to search, though where to look they knew not, for the snow had covered up all traces of their foes. One thing is certain, said Godwin, "they must have come by water." Aye," answered Wulf; "and landed hard by, sinoe, had they far to go, they would have taken the horses, and must run the risk also of losing their path in the darkness. To the Staithe! Let us try Steeple Staithe." So on they went across the meadow to the creek. It lay but three bow-shots distant. At first they could see nothing, for the snow covered the stones of the little pier, but pre- sently a man eried. out that the lock of the water-house, in which the brethren kept their fishing-boat, was broken, and next minute, that the boat was gone. "She was small; she would hold but six men," cried a voice. So great a company could never have crowded into her." Fool! one answered. "There may have been other boats." So they looked again, and beneath the thin coating of rime found a mark in the mud by the Staithe, made by the prow of a large boat, and not far from it the hole in the earth into which a peg had been driven to make har fast. Xow the thing seemed clear, enough, but it was to be made yet clearer, for presently, even through the driving snow, the quick eye of Wulf caught sight of some glittering thing which hung to the edge of a clump of dead reeds. A man with a lance lifted it out at his command, and gave it to him. I thought so," he said in a heavy voice; it ;6 a fragment of that star-wrought veil that was my Christmas gift to Rosamund, and she has torn it off and left it here to show us her road. To St. Peter's-on-the-Wall! To St Peter's, I say, for there the boats or ship must pass, and maybe that in the darkness they have not yet won out to sea." So they turned their horses' heads, and those of them that were mounted rode for St. Peter's by the inland path that runs through Steeple St. Lawrence and Bradwell town, while those who were not, started to search along the Saltings and the river bank. On they galloped through the falling snow, Godwin and Wulf leading the way on their great horses, whilst behind them thundered, an ever-gathering train of knights, squires, and yeoman, who bad seen the beacon flare on Steeple tower, or learned the tale from messengers—yes, and even of monks from Stanate and chapmen from Sout-hminster. Hard they rode, but the lanes were heavy with fallen snow and mud beneath, and the way was far, Id that an hour had gone by before Bradw was left behind, and the shrine of St. Chad lay but half-a-mile in front. Now of a sudden the fnow ceased, and a strong northerly wind springing up, drove the thick mist before it, and left the sky bright and blue behind. Still riding in this mist, they pressed on to where the old tower loomed, in front of them, then drew rein and waited. What is that? said Godwin presently, pointing to a great, dim thing upon the vapour-hidden eea. As he spoke, a strong gust of wind tore away the last veils of mist, revealing the red face of the risen sun, and not a hundred yards away from them—for the tide was high-the ta.11 masts of a great galley creep- ing out to sea beneath her bonks of oars. As they stared the wind caught her, and on the main-mast rose her bellying sail, while a shout of laughter told them that they themselves were seen. They shook their swords in the madness of their ra-ge, knowing wall who was aboard that galley; while to the forepeak ran up the yellow flag of Saladin, streaming there like gold in the golden sunlight. Nor was this all. for on the high poop appea-red the tall shape of Rosamund her- aelf, 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. Then suddenly she sprang forward as though she would throw herself into the sea, had not Hassan caught her by the arm and held her back, whilst the other man who was watching slipped between her a.nd the bulwark. In his fury and despair Wulf drove his horse into the water till the waves broke about his middle, and there, since he could go no further, sat shaking his sword and shouting: "Fear not! We follow! We follow! in such a voice of thunder, that even through the wind and across the ever-widening space of foam his words may have reached the ship. At least Rosamund seemed to hear I them, for she tossed up her arms as though in token. But Hassan, one hand pressed upon his heart and the other on his forehead, only bowed thrice in courteous farewell. Then the great sail filled, the oars were drawn in, and the vessel swept away swiftly across the dancing waves, till at length she vanished, and they could only see the sun- light playing on the golden banner of Saladin which floated from her truck. (To be continued,)

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