'I can tell you no more of him,' said the Sheik, 'save that he is master of many such men, who serve him faithfully and in silence. But he hates the Soldan, and the Soldan him.' 'How do they serve him, by killing?' 'Yes. They kill whomsoever he points out, and so receive (or think to receive) a crown in Paradise.' 'Is this old man's name Death, by our Saviour?' cried the Marquess. The Sheik answered, 'His name is Sinan. But the name of Death would suit him very well.' 'Where should I get speech with some of his servants?' the Marquess inquired; adding, 'For my life is in danger. I have enemies who are irksome to me.' 'By the Tower of Flies you will find them,' said the Sheik, 'and late at night. There are always some of his people walking there. Seek out such a man as you have seen, and without fear accost him after his fashion, kissing him and saying, "Ah, Ali. Ah, Abdallah, servant of Ali." 'I am very much obliged to you, Moffadin,' said the Marquess. * * * * * That same night Jehane was in pain, and King Richard dared not leave her, nor the physicians either. And in the morning early she was delivered of a child, a strong boy, and then lay back and slept profoundly. Richard set two black women to fan the flies off her without stopping once under pain of death; and having seen to the proper care of the child and other things, returned alone through the blanching streets, glorifying and praising God. CHAPTER IV CONCERNING THE TOWER OF FLIES, SAINT-POL, AND THE MARQUESS OF MONTFERRAT In the church of Saint Lazarus of the Knights, on Lammas Day, the son of Richard and Jehane was made a Christian by the Abbot of Poictiers. Gossips were the Count of Champagne, the Earl of Leicester, and (by proxy) the Queen-Mother. He was named Fulke. At the moment of anointing the church-bell was rung; and at that moment Gilles de Gurdun spat upon the pavement outside. Saint-Pol said to him, 'We must do better than that, Gilles.' And Gilles, 'I pray God may spit him out.' 'Oh, He!' said Saint-Pol with a bitter laugh; 'He helps those who are helpful of themselves.' 'I cannot help myself, Eustace,' said Gurdun. 'I have tried. I had him unarmed before me at Messina, and he looked me down, and I could not do it.' 'Have at his back, then.' 'I hope it may not come to that, said Gilles; 'and yet it may, if it must.' 'Come with me to-night to the Tower of Flies,' said Saint-Pol. 'Here is my shameful sister brought out of church. I cannot stay.' 'I stay,' said Gilles de Gurdun. King Richard came out of church, and Jehane, and the child carried on a shield.