lems that night. As they returned to their camp, elated with their triumph over the foes of Islam, they found they had been undone by their own. The camp servants, seeing the flight of the men of Mosul and Diarbekr, the onset of the Christian knights and then their withdrawal, concluded that the Sultan had been defeated and that the baggage in the camp was fair booty for the first-comer. So they had plundered thoroughly and were well on their way to Damascus when the worn-out though exultant warriors came in, hoping to celebrate at their ease. Their chagrin and anger must have outrun all their sense of victory. The booty they had been saving for their return to their homes, clothes, arms, money and whatnot, was all gone. Knowing his men^ Saladin lost no time in despatching messengers after the absconders, and these were fortunate enough to overtake the fugitives before they could deposit their takings. The Sultan seated himself before his tent, with his chief aids around him, and saw the booty deposited in great heaps before him. Then all the soldiers came up and identified their belongings and went off with them rejoicing. " The gathering was like a close-thronged market — never had so great a multitude been collected together." In spite of Saladin's fatigue he " displayed the greatest resolution and good humor, with unruffled serenity and a discrimination that was never at fault." A few days later Saladin called his emirs into council and addressed them thus : " In the name of God! Praise be to God! May the