It breathes the very spirit of Saladin, though he be a Saracen, the greatest man on all the earth, as I, who was a friend of his youth, know well.

Ay, and he is right.

In a sense I sinned against him as his sister sinned, our love compelling us.

Jest?
Nay, no jest, but because a vision of the night, which he believes the voice of God, or perhaps some oracle of the magicians has deeply stirred that great soul of his and led him on to this wild adventure." He paused awhile, then looked up and said, "Girl, do you know what Saladin has made of you?
Why, there are queens in Europe who would be glad to own that rank and those estates in the rich lands above Damascus.

I know the city and the castle of which he speaks.