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 journey, and tell your master that if he dares to lift his standards
against my walls my fedais shall speak with him. By day and by night,
not for one moment shall he be safe. Poison shall lurk in his cup and a
dagger in his bed. Let him kill a hundred of them, and another hundred
shall appear. His most trusted guards shall be his executioners. The
women in his harem shall bring him to his doom--ay, death shall be in
the very air he breathes. If he would escape it, therefore, let him hide
himself within the walls of his city of Damascus, or amuse himself with
wars against the mad Cross-worshippers, and leave me to live in peace
with this lady whom I have chosen." "Great words, worthy of the Great
Assassin," said the ambassador. "Great words in truth, which shall be
followed by great deeds. What chance has this lord of yours against a
nation sworn to obey to the death? You smile? Then come hither you--and
you." And he summoned two of his dais by name. They rose and bowed
before him. "Now, my worthy servants," he said, "show these heretic dogs
how you obey, that their master may learn the power of your master. You
are old and weary of life. Begone, and await me in Paradise." The old
men bowed again, trembling a little. Then, straightening themselves,
without a word they ran side by side and leapt into the abyss. "Has
Salah-ed-din servants such as these?" asked Sinan in the silence that
followed. "Well, what they have done, all would do, if I bid them slay
him. Back, now; and, if you will, take these Franks with you, who are my
guests, that they may bear witness of what you have seen, and of the
state in which you left their sister. Translate to the knights, woman."
So Masouda translated. Then Godwin answered through her. "We understand
little of this matter, who are ignorant of your tongue, but, O
Al-je-bal, ere we leave your shelteri