The Wenatchee daily world. [volume] (Wenatchee, Wash.) 1905-1971, 1906-06-01

much," replied Goodwin. Then he told
tim all and at the end asked him,
What think you?"
Wulf considered awhile and answer.
ed:
We'll, brother, you have touched nc
wine today, so you are not drunk, and
you have done nothing foolish, so you
are not mad. Therefore it would seem
that the saints have been talking tc
you. Our watch Is ended, for l hear
the horses of the knights who come tt
relieve US. Listen. This is my cour-
sci: In the camp yonder is our friend
with whom we travelled from Jerusa-
lem, Egbert, the bishop Of Nazareth,
who marches with the host. Let US go
to him and lay this matter before him,
for he is holy man and learned"
Goodwin nodded in assent, and pres
emily, when the other knights were
come and they had made their report
to them, they rode off together to the
tent of Egbert.
Egbert was an Englishman who had
spent more than thirty years of his
life in the east, whereof the suns had
tanned his wrinkled face to the hue
of bronze that seemed the darker in
contrast with his blue eyes and snow
white hair and beard. Entering the
tent, they found him at his prayers.
Presently he rose and asked them what
they needed.
"Your counsel, holy father" answer.
ed Wulf
So, having seen that the tent flap
was closed and that none fingered
near, Goodwin told him his dream.
The old man listened patiently, nor
did he seem surprised at this strange
story, since in those days men saw, or
thought they saw. many such visions.
When he had finished Goodwin asked
of him as he had asked of Wulf:
What think you, hoy father? Is this
dream or is it a message"
Goodwin Darcy" he answered, Il
have learned to know you as a true
servant of the church. 1t well may be
that to such one as you foresight has
been given, that through you those who
rule us may be warned and all Chris
tendon saved from great sorrow and
disgrace Come, let us go to the king
and tell this story, for he still sits in
council yonder''
So they went out together and rode to
the royal tent. Here the bishop was
admitted, leaving them without. Pres
emily he returned for them.
Already 1t was near midnight, but
still the great pavilion was crowded
with barons and chief captains. At the
head of the table sat the king. Guy of
Lusignan, a weak faced man, clad In
splendid armor On his right was the
white haired Count Raymond of Tripoli
and ON his left the black bearded,
frowning master of the Templars, clad
In his white mantle. on the left breast
Of which the red cross was blazoned.
Words had been running high, their
faces showed it, but just then silence
reigned. The king looked up and, see
ing the bishop, asked peeviShly:
What is it now? Oh, l remember;
some tale from those tall twin knights.
Well, bring them forward"
So the three of them came forward,
and at Godwin's prayer the bishop Egg
bert told of the vision that had come to
him not more than an hour ago while he
kept watch upon the mountain top. At
first one or two of the barons seemed
disposed to laugh. but when they look
ed at Godwin's high and spiritual face
their laughter died away. Indeed, as
the tale of the rocky hill and the dead
who were stretched upon it went on
they grew white with fear, and whitest
of them all was the king.
as all this true, Sir Godwin?" he
asked when the bishop had finished.
''It is true, my lord king" answered
Goodwin.
His word is not enough" broke in
the master of the Templars. LET him
swear to 1t on the holy rood, knowing
that if he lies it will blast his soul to
all eternity"
Now there was an annex to the tent,
rudely furnished as a chapel. and at
the end of this annex a tall, yelled OBJ
ject. Rufnus, the bishop of Acre, who
was clad in the armor of a knight
went to the object, and. drawing the
veil, revealed a broken, blackened
cross. set around with jewels, that
stood about the height of a man above
the ground, for all the lower part was
gone.
At the sight of it Goodwin and every |
man present there fell upon his knees, |
for since ST Helena found it, over sew |
on centuries before This had hppn ac- |
counted the most precious relic in |
all Christendom-the very wood upon |
which the Saviour suffered, as, indeed,
it may have been.
"NoW." broke in the voice Of the |