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THE BRETHREN: l A ROMANCE OF THE CRUSADES. [BY RIDER HAGGARD.] [All Rights Reserved.] CHAPTER XV. The Flight to Emesa. Then came the weariest time of waiting the brethren had ever known, or were to know, although -at first they did not feel it so long and heavy. Water trickled from the walbs of this cave, and Wulf, who was parched with thirst, gathered it in hia hands and drank till he was satisfied. Then ha let it run upon his head to cooi its aching; and Godwin bathed such of his brother's hurts and bruises as could be come at (for he did not dare to remove the hauberk), and so gave him comfort. When this was done, and he had looked to the saddles and trappings of the hordes, Wulf told of all that had passed between him and L-ozelle on the bridge. How at the first onset his spear had caught in the links of and torn away the headpiece of his foe, who, if the lacings had net burst, would have been hurled to death, while that of Lozelle struck his buckler fair and shattered on it, rending it from his arm. How they pushed past each other, and for a moment ihe fore hoofs of Smoke hung over the abyss, so that he thought he was surely sped How at the next course Lozellf"s spear passed beneath his arm. while his, striking full upon Sir Hugh's breast, bronght down the olack horse and his rider as though a thun- derbolt had smitten him, and how Smoke, that could not check its furious pace, leapt over them, as a horse leaps a-hunting: How he would not ride down on Lozelle, but dis- 3nounted to finish the fray in knightly fashion, and, being shielding, received the full weight of the great sword upon his mail, so that he staggered back and would have fallen had he not struck against the horse. Then Wnlf told of the blows tha.t followed, and of his last that wounded Lozelle, shear- ing through his mail and felling him as an ox is felled by the butcher: how also, when lie sprang forward to kill him, this mighty and brutal man had prayed for mercy, prayc-d it in the name of Christ and of their own mother, whom a" a, child he knew in Eeeex: How he could not batcker him, being helpless, but t-arn-ed a way, saying that he left him to be dealt with by Al-je-hal whereon, this traitorous dog sprang up and strove to poniard him. He told also of their last fearfui struggle, and how, shaken as he was by the blow upon his back, al- though the point of the dagger had not pierced his mail, he strove with Lozelle, man to man; till at length his youth, great natural strength, and the skill he had in wrestling, learnt in many a village bout at home, enabled him. to prevail, and, while they hung together on the perilous edge of the gulf, to free his right hand, draw his poniard, and make an end. "Yet," added Wnlf, "never shall I forget the look of that man's eyes as he fell back- ward, or the whistling scream which came from his pierced throat." "At least there is a, rogue loess in the world, although he was a- brave one in his own knavish fashion." answered Goodwin. "Moreover, my brother," he added, placing his arm about VV ulf's neck, "I am glad tt fell to you to fight him, for at the last grip your might overcame, where I. who am not so strong, should have failed. Further, I think that you did well to show mercy, as a good knight should: that thereby you have gained great honour, and that if his spirit can see through the darkness, our dead uncle is proud of yon now, as I am, my brother." "I thank yon," replied Wolf simply; "but this honr of torment, who can think of I such things as honour gained or loot?" Then, lest he should grow Ritiff who was torety bruised beneath his mail, they began ';0 walk up and down the cave from whera 'om w n e'n 'he horses stood to where the two dead Aserassins lay by the door, tfto faim. light rlea.ming upon their tern, dark features. Ill company they seemed in that silent, lonely place. The time crept on; the moon sank towards the mountains. "What if 'they do not come?" asked Wulf. "Let us wait to think of it till dawn," answered Godwin. Again they walked the length of the cave and back. 'How can they come, the door being barred?" asked Wulf. "How did Masollda come and go?" answered Godwin. "Oh, question me no more; it is in the hand of God." Look," said Wulf, in a whisper. Who stand yonder a.t the end of the cave—there by the dead men?" "Their spirits, perchance," answered God- win, drawing his sword and leaning forward. Then he looked, and, true enough, there stood two figures faintly outlined in the gloom. They glided towards them, and now the level moonlight siione upon their white robes and gleamed in the gems they wore. "I cannot see them," said a voice. "Oh, those dead soldiers, what do they portend?" -k' t le' "At least, yonder stand their horses," answered another voice. Now the brethren g-uessed the truth, and, like men in a dream, stepped forward from the shadow of the wall. "Rosamund I" they said. "Oh, Godwin! Ob, WuH!" she cried in answer. "Ob, Je--a! I thank Thee, I thank Thee—Thee and this brave woman!" and, easting her arms about Masouda, she kiseed her on the face. Masouda pushed her back, and said, in a voice tha.t was almost harsh: "It is not fitting, princess, that your pure lips should touch the cheek of a woman of the Aseassins. Bnt Eosamund would not be repulsed. It is most fitting," she sobbed, "that I should give you thanks who but for you must also havo become 'a woman of the Assassins,' or -in inhabitant of the House of Death." Then Masouda kissed her back, and, thrust- ing her away into the arms of Wulf, said roughly: j So. pilgrims Peter and John, your patron saints have brought you through eo far; and, John, you fight right well. Nay, do not stop for cur story, if you wish us to live to teli it. Wha! You have the soldiers' horse3 with your own ? Well done! I did not credit you with so mrch wit. Now, Sir Wulf, earn you walk? Yes; so much the better; it will iiave you a rough ride, for this place is steep, though not so steep as one you know of. Now set (he princess upon Flame, for no cat is surer-footed than that horse, as you may remember, Peter. I who know the path will Jead it John, take yoa the other two; Peter, do you follow last of all with Smoke, and, if they hang back, prick them with your sword. Come, Flame, be not afraid, Flame. Where I go, you can oome," and Jlasouda thrust, her way through the bushes and over the edge of the cliff, talking to the snorting horse and patting its neck. A mi-nutn4? more, and they were scrambling down a mountain ridge so steep that it í4eèmed as though they must fall and be dashed to pieces at the bottom. Yet they fell not. for, made as it had been to meet such hours of need, this road was safer than it appeared with-ridges cut in the rock at the worst places. Down they went, and down, till at length, panting, but safe, they stood at the bottom of the darksome gulf where only the star- light shone, for here the rays of the low moon could not reach. Mount, said Masouda. "Princess stay you on Flame; he is the surest and the swiftest. Sir Wulf, keep your own horse Smoke; your brother and I will rid-e those of the soldiers. Though not veTy swift, doubtless they are good beasts, and accustomed to such roads." Then she leapt to the saddle as a woman born in the desert can, and pushed her horse in front. (To be continued.)

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