‘How?’ said Tancred, startled.
‘You remember he whispered something in my father’s ear?’
‘I remember.’
‘He spoke it in Hebrew, and he was understood.’
‘You do not mean that you, too, are Jews?’
‘Pure Sephardim, in nature and in name.’
‘But your name surely is Italian?’
‘Good Arabic, my lord. Baroni; that is, the son of Aaron; the name of old clothesmen in London, and of caliphs at Bagdad.’