'
'There is no fear of his spending all his money,' said their host, 'for
the young man has brought me such a letter that if he were to tell me to
rebuild the temple, I must do it.'
'And who is this young man, Besso?' exclaimed the Invisible, starting
up, and himself exhibiting a youthful countenance; fair, almost
effeminate, no beard, a slight moustache, his features too delicate, but
his brow finely arched, and his blue eye glittering with fire.
'He is an English lord,' said Besso, 'and one of the greatest; that is
all I know.'
'And why does he come here?' inquired the youth. 'The English do not
make pilgrimages.' 'Yet you have heard what he has done.' 'And why
is this silent Frenchman smoking your Latakia,' he continued in a low
voice. 'He comes to Jerusalem at the same time as this Englishman.
There is more in this than meets our eye. You do not know the northern
nations. They exist only in political combinations. You are not a
politician, my Besso. Depend upon it, we shall hear more of this
Englishman, and of his doing something else than praying at the Holy
Sepulchre.'
'It may be so, most noble Emir, but as you say, I am no politician.'
'Would that you were, my Besso! It would be well for you and for all of
us.
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