"What!" he exclaimed as the full daylight fell upon the man's features, "Kabilovitsch?"
The old man diverted Scanderbeg's compliments by an expression of solicitude for Milosch, whom he had permitted to undertake the desperate venture already narrated, although until a few days before he, being a Servian, had no knowledge of the project of the Albanians.
"We must haste, Sire," said Moses. "It is advised that you cross to the north of the pass in the Balkans, and take thence the valley way between Caratova and the Egrisu. A message from General Hunyades informs me that relays can be provided along the road, and that every facility shall be given us."
"Kabilovitsch will accompany us?" asked Scanderbeg.
"On one condition, Sire," replied the old man. "My little daughter must go with me: a lass of ten spring tides—"
"Impossible! for our ride must be night and day."
"Then I may follow, but cannot accompany you," said Kabilovitsch.
"I need such men as you with me. No true Albanian will delay for a child. Country must be child and mother to us all," said the general.
The cheeks of Kabilovitsch whitened; his eyes flashed. Looking Scanderbeg squarely in the face, he said quietly, but putting intention into every word,