"Verily an' I hast seen full as many a Saracen as has Sir Malud or thyself, my lord prince," she snapped, haughtily. "Let Sir Malud describe a Saracen."
The dark young man flushed angrily. "At least," he said, "my lord prince, I knowest an English knight when I seest one, an' if here be an English knight then Sir Malud be a Saracen!"
"Enough," said the prince and then, turning to Blake: "If thou art not from Jerusalem where art thou from?"
"New York," replied the American.
"Ha," whispered Sir Malud to the girl, "didst I not tell you?"
"Tell me what—that he is from New York? Where is that?" she demanded.
"Some stronghold of the infidel," asserted Malud.
"New York?" repeated the prince. "Be that in the Holy Land?"
"It is sometimes called New Jerusalem," explained Blake.
"And thou comest to Nimmr through the lines of the enemy? Tell me, sir knight, had they many men-at-arms? And how were their forces disposed? Be they close upon the Valley of the Sepulcher? Thinkest thou they plan an early attack? Come, tell me all—thou canst be of great service."