"I shall feel the utmost anxiety until you are fairly away," said the Armenian.
"We owe much to you," replied Selim.
Thus saying, the Armenian and Selim entered the cabin together, where Zillah and Komel sat listening to each other's stories, and fast coming to know each other better and better. Suddenly Komel turned to Selim, and after acknowledging how much she already owed him and the Armenian, said—
"There is one thing I meant to have asked you before."
"And what is that?"
"Who was it that sang that song beneath the seraglio walls?"
"The same notes that formed our signal to-night?" asked Selim.
"Yes."
"O, that was a young Circassian, who is on board here," was the answer.
"But judging from the song he sang, he must be from my native valley."