"'Tis they!" exclaimed the aged Scheik.
"I've battled by their side—
I fought beneath the Pyramids!
That day of deathless pride—
Red as thy turban, Moor, that eve,
Was every creek in Nile!
But tell me—" and he griped his hand—
"Their Sultaun. Stranger, say—
His form—his face—his posture, man?
Thou saw'st him in the fray?