"Many of the Nasranys speak the language thou didst learn among the soldiers of the North," he said. "Speak thou therefore to this one in the same tongue, telling him we are friends and that we are lost."
When Fahd saw the Princess Guinalda his eyes narrowed and he trembled almost as might a man with ague. Never in his life had Fahd seen so beautiful a woman, never had he dreamed that an houri might be so lovely.
"Do not fire upon us," he called to Blake from the concealment of some bushes. "We are friends. We are lost."
"Who are you?" demanded Blake, surprised to hear French spoken in the Valley of the Sepulcher.
"We be poor men from the desert country," replied Fahd. "We are lost. Help us to find our way and the blessings of Allah shall be upon thee."
"Come out and let me see you," said Blake. "If you are friendly you need not fear me. I've had all the trouble I'm looking for."
Fahd and Ibn Jad stepped out into view and at sight of them Guinalda voiced a little scream and seized Blake's arm. "The Saracens!" she gasped.
"I guess they're Saracens all right," said Blake, "but you needn't worry—they won't hurt you."
"Not harm a crusader?" she demanded incredulously.
"These fellows never heard of a crusader."