“Then thou art aware of my mission?”
“I am aware that thou art a Roumi from across the sea.”
“Knowest thou Hadj Mohammed ben Ishak, the imam of the Mesállaje?” I asked.
“Yes, I knew him. He was a man pious and full of learning.”
“What! hath the Avenger claimed him?”
“No. He hath gone on a journey.”
“On a journey?” I cried in dismay. “When will he return?”
“I know not.”
We had reached the brow of the hill, and our horses started off again at the same terrific pace as before. Noticing our saddle-bags were packed as if for travel, I inquired where we were going, but the only answer vouchsafed was—
“Trust thyself unto me.”