Moslems think it wrong to kill a madman; they even honour him, as one inspired by Allah. Nor does their law allow them to receive a madman as a convert to Islam.
"Englishman?" another queried. "Nonsense about Englishmen! There are no Englishmen here."
"That, no doubt, is part of his madness. He is a Giaour, whom it is the will of Allah to save alive."
A young man, dressed à la Frank, joined the group. "Whom have you got here?" he asked.
"Some Giaour, driven mad by the loss of his friends," answered one of the others.
The Giaour turned, and looked the new comer steadily in the face.
The Turk looked at him, with a perplexed, bewildered air.
"Osman Effendi, how many Giaours have you killed?" the Christian asked.
"One," Osman answered. "But he was a prince amongst them. It was enough. Madman, I seem to know your eyes. Who are you?" He gave him another long, scrutinizing look. Then he said with a start, "Can it be? Is it possible? Are you Grayson Effendi? How have you come here? I sought for you; and heard you had gone to the church. Then I gave you up for lost."