CHAPTER VI.
THE FUGITIVES.
“’Tis not in mortals to command success;
But we’ll do better, Sempronius; we’ll deserve it.”
—Cato.
The fugitives slept, some in the obliviousness of complete fatigue and others restlessly, their minds perturbed by dreams of their impending perils. Dawn summoned all to renewed activity, but its coming was not greeted joyfully by the knights.
“Sir Charleroy,” mournfully spoke a Hospitaler to the former, as they met at the outskirts of the camping place, “our comrade, the Knight of the Holy Sepulcher, made good his escape from this woeful country during the early morning, before dawn, as our comrades were sleeping!”
“Why, impossible!” questioningly responded the chief.