Amazed at her discovery, she called the horse by name.
At once the brown head was up, and the beast came galloping in her direction.
Even in the days of her illness and during her imprisonment in the palace, Pansy had spared a thought for her protégé. She imagined he had become the property of one of the Arab raiders, and she hoped his new master would be kind to him and understand him as she did.
Through the iron bars Pansy caressed her pet.
"I never expected to see you again, Sultan, old boy," she said. "Raoul must have bought you, too."
She was standing there talking to and petting the animal when Le Breton's step roused her.
"Are you pleased to see him again?" he asked, after greeting her.
"Pleased isn't the word for it. But how did you manage to get hold of him?"
"He was really the cause of my getting hold of you," he replied without hesitation. "I saw him in the possession of one of the soldiers who had come back from that foray. That made me doubly certain who the white girl was whom the Sultan was going to put up for sale."
"Raoul, you must let me give you back all you had to pay for me," she said.