“Hush! Better men than thou lived here.”
“Have been buried here, you mean?”
“Years and years ago a brave man fled from those who would kill him, and sought refuge here.”
“Tell me of him.”
“He fought—oh, my, didn’t he fight? He cut right and left with his scimiter, and when he got tired he spurred his horse and made a run for liberty.”
“Did you know him?”
“Stupid! do I look so old, then?” and Girzilla looked coquettishly at Madcap.
“I don’t know how long it is ago; how should I?”
“Don’t get naughty again. The man was a soldier, a Mameluke——”
“What! Was it Emin Bey?”