tion.

'She is well, she is safe. Yes, I have saved her,' said Fakredeen,
burying his face in the pillow, exhausted by emotion. 'Yes, I have
not lived in vain.' 'Your flag shall wave on a thousand castles,' said
Besso. 'My child is saved, and she is saved by the brother of her
heart. Entirely has the God of our fathers guarded over us. Henceforth,
my Fakredeen, you have only to wish: we are the same.' And Besso sank
down almost insensible; then he made a vain effort to rise again,
murmuring 'Eva!'

'She will soon be here,' said Fakredeen; 'she only rests awhile after
many hardships.'

'Will the noble Emir refresh himself after his long journey?' said
Hillel.

'My heart is too elate for the body to need relief,' said the Emir.

'That may be very true,' said Hillel. 'At the same time, for my part,
I have always thought that the body should be maintained as well as the
spirit.' 'Withdraw from the side of the couch,' said Issachar, the son
of Selim, to his companions. 'My lord and friend has swooned.'

Gradually the tide of life returned to Besso, gradually the heart beat,
the hand grew warm. At length he slowly opened his eyes, and said, 'I
have been dreaming of my child, even now I see her.'

Yes, so vivid had been the vision that even now, restored entirely to
himself, perfectly conscious of the locality and the circumstances that
surrounded him, knowing full well that he was in his brother's house at
Aleppo, suffering and disabled, keenly recalling his recent interview
with Fakredeen, notwithstanding all these tests of inward and outward
perception, still before his entranced and agitated vision hovered
the lovely visage of his daughter, a little paler than usual, and an
uncommon anxiety blended with its soft expression, but the same rich
eyes and fine contour of countenance that her father had so often gazed
on with pride, and recalled in her absence with brooding fondness. 'Even
now I see her,' said Besso.

He could say no more, for the sweetest form in the world had locked him
in her arms.

''Tis the letter of the third Cabala,' said Issachar, the son of Selim.

CHAPTER LIX.

_Tancred Returns to Jerusalem_

TANCRED had profited by his surprise by the children of Rechab in the
passes of the Stony Arabia, and had employed the same tactics against
the Turkish force. By a simulated defence on the borders, and by the
careful dissemination of false intelligence, he had allowed the Pasha
and his t