Armenian had refused to be a partner in her husband's treachery : the enemy occupied the city in force, and all hope was to be given over of taking it by storm. Then the Christians despaired. Some of them advised the king to mount the fleetest horse—that of John Gromain -—in the camp, and make his way back alone, so that at least Ms life might have a chance of being saved. But Baldwin, brave boy that he was, refused. He had not had the stories of valiant knights read to him for nothing. He would remain with his army and share their fate. At break of day the camp was broken up and the retreat commenced. Orders were given to lay the dead and the wounded, as they fell, on the beasts of burden, so that the enemy might not know the havoc they were making, and then, for Nûr-ed-din was already on the alert, they started on their disastrous and melancholy retreat. The heat was oppressive ; there was no water ; clouds of dust hung over the little army ; clouds of Saracens rode round them firing arrows into their midst. And yet the Christians moved on in good order. More wonderful still, there was not a single dead body behind them. Were they, then, protected by some unknown power? The Saracens hesitated. Thinking that their arrows had no effect, and ignorant of the ghastly load under which the camels were groaning, they tried another method. The whole country was covered with dry bushes and grass. They set fire to it, and the wind blew tbe flames and smoke directly upon the Christians. And then the people turned to Archbishop Bobert of Nazareth, who bore the Holy Cross, " Pray for us, father, pray for us in the name of the wood Of tbe Cross that you bear in your hands, for we can no longer bear our sufferings." It was high time that Bobert should pray : tbe faces and hands of the army were blackened with smoke and dust ; " they were like blacksmiths working at the forge:" their throats were dry with heat and thirst.