te tree which
afforded them food, they watched in turn until the sun was low;
after which they renewed their journey.

Soon they left the smaller lake behind, and followed the waters of
the Upper Jordan to the Sea of Galilee, skirting its western shore,
so rich in sacred memories, with the ruins of Capernaum, Chorazin,
Bethsaida, Magdala, and other cities, long ago trodden:
By those sacred feet once nailed,
For our salvation, to the bitter rood.

In the evening they rested amidst the ruins of Enon, near Salim;
and on the morrow resumed their course, avoiding the great towns;
begging bread in the villages--a boon readily granted. And in the
evening they saw the promontory of Carmel, and reached the Hospital
of Saint John of Acre, where Hubert's father, Sir Roger, had been
restored to health and life.

Sir Hugh de Revel, Grand Master of the Order of Saint John, heard
of the arrival of five Christian fugitives, escaped from the palace
of the "Old Man of the Mountain," and naturally curiosity led him
to interrogate them. To his astonishment he found one of them a
knight like himself, and, to his further surprise, recognised the
son of an old acquaintance, Sir Roger of Walderne.

All was well now.

"Thou must perforce fulfil thy pilgrimage, although thou hast lost
the sword which was to have been taken to the Holy Sepulchre."

"My brother," said the prior then present, "dost thou remember that
a party of pilgrims arrived here a year since, who said that, in
the gorges of Lebanon, they had come upon the scene of a recent
conflict, and found a broken sword, which they brought with them
and left here?"

"Bring it hither, Raymond," said Sir Hugh to a sprightly page.

It was brought, and to his joy Hubert recognised the sword of the
Sieur de Fievrault, which he had broken on a Moslem's skull in the
desperate fight wherein he was taken prisoner. With what joy did he
receive it! He could now discharge his father's delegated duty.

"Rest here awhile, and when thy strength is fully restored, start
with better omens on thy journey to Jerusalem."

Oh, the rest of the next few days in that glorious hospital, with
its deep shady cloisters, with its massive walls and its beauteous
chapel, wherein, on the following day, which was Sunday, as Hubert
was told, for he had long since lost count of time, he returned
thanks to God for his preservation, and took part once more in the
worship of a Christian congregation, and knelt bef