'I want the Rose of Sharon to see your lord,' said the young Emir, very
anxiously, 'for she is a great hakeem among our people.'
'Perhaps in the desert, where there is none to be useful, I might not be
useless,' said Eva, with some reluctance and reserve.
'Hope has only one arrow left,' said Baroni, mournfully.
'Is it indeed so bad?'
'Oh! save him, Eva, save him!' exclaimed Fakredeen, distractedly.
She placed her finger on her lip.
'Or I shall die,' continued Fakredeen; 'nor indeed have I any wish to
live, if he depart from us.'
Eva conversed apart for a few minutes with Baroni, in a low voice, and
then drawing aside the curtain of the tent, they entered.
There was no change in the appearance of Tancred, but as they approached
him he spoke. Baroni dropped into his former position, Fakredeen fell
upon his knees, Eva alone was visible when the eyes of Tancred met hers.
His vision was not unconscious of her presence; he stared at her with
intentness. The change in her dress, however, would, in all probability,
have prevented his recognising her even under indifferent circumstances.
She was habited as a Bedouin girl; a leathern girdle encircled her
blue robe, a few gold coins were braided in her hair, and her head was
covered with a fringed kefia.
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