The Jew surveyed him curiously. "Almost I doubt you," he said.
"Yes, I can understand. Avarice is so common, and disinterestedness, friendship, and love so uncommon."
"Verily, a great truth has struck you early."
"Well, hear what I have to ask."
"Speak."
"You have in your service an African"—
"Nilo?"
"That is his name. He is strong, faithful, and brave, qualities I may need more than gold. Will you allow him to go with me?"
The Prince's look and manner changed, and he took the monk's hand. "Forgive me," he said warmly—"forgive me, if I spoke doubtfully—forgive me, if I misunderstood you."
Then, with his usual promptitude, he went to the door, and bade Syama bring Nilo.