sors, were plainly not disposed to accept Saladin. In fact, as he well knew, the pot of sedition was on the fire, even though it had not yet begun to boil. Moreover they had seduced some of the lesser princes, and a coalition was not far off, which would include not only the Franks but that arch-fiend, the Old Man of the Mountains. For the moment Saladino hands were tied by the treaty of his own devising. The Franks might raid his territories, ravaging and robbing, and that freebooter, Reginald de Chatillon, descend upon peaceful caravans, proceeding past his fortress of Kerak in dependence upon his promise of peace, and yet the Sultan was impotent to do more than protest in words. To be sure, when his own sister was among the pilgrims stopped by the master of Kerak, there was reprisal in the seizure of a ship bearing pilgrims to Jerusalem, but no move was made against the territories of the impudent count. Much might be written down for future accounting, but inaction marked the present. The truce came to an end at last and in September, 1182 Saladin was on the march. A number of new allies, some of whom were actuated by quarrels of their own with Mosul or Aleppo, joined him on the way and were with him as a string of cities opened their gates and accepted his suzerainty. But the objectives of his campaign were not so easyj! Aleppo, Kerak and Mosul, though subjected to severe assaults repeatedly in the course of time, could not be taken.