Listen; there is no time to lose.

I have been ordered to leave the camp; even now my uncle the Arab waits without, with two swift horses.

You, Princess, will leave in my place.

Look, you wear my robes and my face--almost; and are of my height, and the man who guides you will know no difference.

I have seen to that, for although a soldier of Salah-ed-din, he is of my tribe.