"We let him think he was spying on us. Actually, he told you only what we wanted him to tell you. You saw his rage when he realized how I tricked him." With sudden anxiety, he remembered the locket. He reached out with a hand that had no strength and put it on de Gobignon's arm. "I must tell you one thing. When you go looking for Sophia, do not take Sordello with you." A man's soft voice overhead said, "Simon. We have been waiting till most of the men moved away. Tell Rachel no one will hurt her if she speaks to David. She wants to say good-bye to him." Daoud looked up and saw the Franciscan who interpreted for the Tartars. He let his head fall to the side, to see where de Gobignon was looking. Rachel. Older, more woman than girl now. It had been well over a year since he last saw her. "It is safe to come forward, Rachel," de Gobignon said. "We understand that whatever happened, you could not help it." Rachel rushed across the intervening space and threw herself on her knees at Daoud's right side, reaching out with tentative hands to touch him. Daoud saw that she was afraid that even laying a hand on him would cause him pain. "You cannot hurt me, Rachel." She stroked his face, running her hand over his beard. "Oh, Messer David!" Her voice was husky with grief. "My name is Daoud, Rachel. I am a Muslim. I have wronged you greatly. I beg your forgiveness. Perhaps this is how God punished me for the sin I committed against you." "You wanted to help me. I know you did." She sobbed, and he felt the weight of her head on the chest armor that had failed him. "Your servant Giancarlo--Rachel calls him Lorenzo--helped Rachel escape from Anjou's camp," Friar Mathieu said. "He left us. He saw Simon's army coming and wanted to warn you. We left the cart and wandered around the edge of the battle looking for refuge. We saw your banner here, Simon. You must protect this girl." Daoud reached out to de Gobignon. "Find Sophia." Friar Mathieu knelt next to Rachel, who moved aside to make room for him. Daoud said, "Father, when I am too weak to talk, put your fingers under the collar of my tunic. You will find a small leather packet tied around my neck. Take it off and give it to Rachel." He moved his head slightly to see Rachel better. "It is a talisman made by the Sufis, Rachel. It is called a tawidh. If it would not offend your faith, I would like you to have it as a remembrance of me." Rachel laid her hand on Daoud's and repeated the unfamiliar word. "Tawidh. I will treasure it always, and give it to my children." Friar Mathieu said, "I heard what you told Simon about your past. You were baptized a Christian, Daoud. In God's eyes you are still a Christian. You must confess that you have sinned, and you must renounce Islam before you die, or you will not be saved. Your Christian mother and father are waiting for you in heaven. Come, I can give you absolution." Daoud shook his head, smiling. How kind this man was, but how sadly misguided.