'
'Truly, there is only one God,' said Baroni; 'go tell the great Sheikh
that his friend the English prince has come here to give him a salaam of
peace.'
Away bounded back the Bedouins, and were soon lost in the crowded
distance.
'All is right,' said Baroni; 'we shall sup to-night under the pavilion
of Amalek.'
'I visit him then, at length, in his beautiful pastures,' said Tancred;
'but, alas! I visit him alone.'
They had pulled up their horses, and were proceeding leisurely towards
the encampment, when they observed a cavalcade emerging from the outer
boundary of the settlement. This was Amalek himself, on one of his
steeds of race, accompanied by several of his leading Sheikhs, coming
to welcome Tancred to his pavilion in the Syrian pastures. A joyful
satisfaction sparkled in the bright eyes of the old chieftain, as, at
a little distance, he waved his hand with graceful dignity, and then
pressed it to his heart.
'A thousand salaams,' he exclaimed, when he had reached Tancred; 'there
is but one God. I press you to my heart of hearts. There are also other
friends, but they are not here.'
'Salaam, great Sheikh! I feel indeed we are brothers. There are friends
of whom we must speak, and indeed of many things.
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