The champion. (Arcadia, Fla.) 1895-1911, 1906-08-16

| Ihey were among the mamelukes.
where their line was thin. BY heaven.
they were through them and riding
straight at the well known figure Of
the sultan, mounted on his white horse
with his young son and his emir, the
prince NISSAN, at his side
"saladln for you, Hassan for mer'
shouted Wulf.
Then they met, and all the host of
Islam cried ont IN dismay as they saw
the commander Of the faithful and his
horse borne to the earth before the last
despairing charge Of these mad Chris.
tian knights. Another instant, and the
sultan was on his feet again and
score of scimiters were striking at God.
win. His horse Flame sank down dy.
ing, but he sprang from the saddle,
swinging the long sword. Now Saladn
recognized the crest upon his buckler
and cried out
yield you. Sir Godwlnl You have
done well. Yield your
But Goodwin, who would not yield,
answered:
when | am dead--not before"
Thereupon Saladln spoke word,
and, while certain Of his mamelukes en-.
gagged Goodwin In front, keeping out Of
reach Of that red and terrible sword,
others crept up behind and, sprlnglng
on him, seized his arms and dragged
him to the ground, where they bound
him fast.
Meanwhile Wulf had Jared otherwise,
for II was his horse Smoke already
stabbed TO the vitals, that fell as he
plunged on Prince Hassan. Yet he also
arose but little hurt and cried out:
Thus, Hassan, old foe and friend,
we meet at last in war. Come, would
pay the debt owe you for that drug,
ged wine, man to man and sword to
sword"
Indeed, 1t is due, Sir Wulf." answer.
ed the prince, laughing. Guards, touch
not this brave knight who has dared so
much to reach me. Sultan, ask a
boon. Between Sir Wulf and me there
is an ancient quarrel that can only be
washed away IN blood Let It be de-
clded here and now, and let this be
your decree: That II fall in fair fight
none shall set upon my conqueror and
no vengeance shall be taken for my
BLOODY
"Good," said saladin "Then Sir
Wulf shall be my prisoner and no more,
ne hid fhrotha, e oivaodv 4 orya a. 80
the men who saved my life when we
were friends"
Hassan sprang to the ground, say
ing:
your horse is dead, Sir wulf, so we
must fight afoot"
Then they faced each other, and, oh,
the scene was strangel Up on the
slopes Of Hattln the fight still ragged.
There amid the smoke and fires of the
burning grass little companies Of SOL
diers stood back to back while the
Saracens wheeled round them, thrust
Ing and cutting at them till they fell
Here and there knights charged slngly
Or ia groups and SO came to death or
capture. About the plain hundreds Of
loot soldiers were being slaughtered,
while their officers were taken prison
srs. Toward the camp Of Saladin a
company advanced With sounds Of tri-
lmph, carrying aloft black stump
which was tho holy rood, while others
iroye OF led mobs Of prisoners, among
hem the king and his chosen knights.
The wilderness was red with blood,
he afr was rent with shouts Of victory
md cries OF agony or despair. And
here IN the midst Of It all, ringed
ound with grave courteous saracens
TODD the ennlr, clad above his mail In
Is white robe and Jeweled turban,
acing tine great Christian knight, with
arness hacked and Redeemed.
For those who watched the battle
yas forgotten. or. rather, its interest
,as centered on this point
ut will be good fight" said one Of
hem to Goodwin, whom they had suf-
cred to rise, 'for, though your broth
r Is the younger and the heavier man,
g is hurt and weary, whereas the emir
fresh and unwounded. Alb, they are
I I'll"
Hassan had struck first, and the blow
rent home Falling upon the point Of
guIfs steel helm, the heavy, razor
dyed scimiter glanced from It and
bore away the links from the dap
yhich hung upon his shoulder, causing
he Frank to stagger. Again he struck,
ais time upon the shield, and so heav'
y that Wulf came to bis knees.
'sYour brother is Sped" said the sar
cen captain to Goodwin, but Goodwin