"'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?
His eye--what wore he?" But the Moor
Sought in his vest awhile.