"Thank heaven I am safe with you again." The earl lowered his sword in astonishment.
"Am I mad," he said, "or dreaming, or is this really Sir Cuthbert ?" "It is I sure enough," Cuthbert exclaimed, "although truly I look more like a Bedouin soldier than a Christian knight." "My dear boy!" exclaimed the earl, galloping forward and throwing his arms around Cuthbert's neck, "we thought you were dead.

But by what wonderful fortune have you succeeded in escaping ?" In a few words Cuthbert related the principal incidents of his adventures, and he was heartily congratulated by the assembled knights.
There was, however, no time for long explanations.

Large bodies of the Saracen horse were already sweeping down, to capture, if possible, this small band of knights who had ventured so far from the camp; and as King Richard's orders were that none should venture upon conflicts except by his orders, the party reluctantly turned their horses and galloped back to the camp.
Great as had been the earl's joy, it was, if possible, exceeded by that of Cnut on discovering in the Arab chief who rode up alongside the earl, the lad he loved so well.

Loud and hearty were the cheers which rang out from the earl's camp as the news spread, and Cuthbert was compelled to shake hands with the whole party before entering the earl's tent, to refresh himself and give the narrative of what had happened.
Cuthbert, retiring to his tent with the Earl of Evesham, inquired of him what had taken place during his absence.
"For," he said, "although but a short three days' march from here, I have been as one of the dead, and have heard nothing whatever of what has taken place." "Nothing could have gone worse," the earl said.

"We have had nothing but dissensions and quarrels.