“Going away?”
“To seek the last of the Mamelukes?”
“I must. I feel that I would like to do so, but I have no one to guide me.”
“I could instruct thee.”
“Will you?”
“Perhaps, but——”
Fearing to say more, the girl ran away, leaving Max far happier than when she had joined him.
He returned to his friends, and with that generous nature which characterized him, he sought out the Mahdi.
“I was wrong to speak as I did,” he said, “but I am not of thy faith. You adopt the crescent, my sign is the cross. Mahomet did a grand work for your people, but my Savior is Jesus.”
“He is one of our prophets.”