Publisher's Synopsis
Travels and Adventures of Little Baron Trump and His Wonderful Dog Bulger: with original illustrations
"La, il la! Mahomed ul Becullah!" he cried, stroking his beard."Blessed is the man who can call that Christian warrior his son!How many of the Prophet's children has he slain this day?""Six hundred and fifty-nine!" was the answer given."Six hundred and fifty-nine," echoed Saladin, "and it is butnoonday!" When nightfall came the number had been increased toone thousand and seven.Upon hearing of the terrible day's work of the "Armless Knight,"Saladin's great heart bled, and yet he could not withhold hisadmiration for such wondrous skill and bravery."Go!" cried the magnanimous infidel Chieftain, "go, take frommy household that beauteous slave Kohilât, her with orbs oflustrous black, the very blossom of grace and flower of queenlybeauty. Lead her to the "Armless Knight," with royal greeting fromSaladin; his valor makes him my brother, Giaour though he be!Away!"When the beautiful Kohilât was led into the presence of myyoung ancestor, and the announcement made to him that Saladinhad sent her as a present to him, the "Armless Knight," with royalgreeting as a token of his respect for one so young, and yet sovaliant, the first thought of the Christian youth was to wave herindignantly from his presence.At that moment, however, Kohilât raised her large and lustrouseyes, and fixed them full upon the young man's face.It was more than human heart could stand.Motioning her retinue to leave his tent, he advanced to her side, with respectful mien, and said: "Kohilât, a strange fate has sent thee to me. The messenger of thegreat Saladin imparts to me knowledge of thy goodness, thyamiability, and thy gifted mind, which holds within its store mostdelightful imagery and useful knowledge as well. He informs methat thou standest in the direct line of descent from that famedprincess of your land, Scheherezada, who for a thousand and onenights held the thoughts of the Sultan of the Indies so enthralled bythe play of her brilliant fancy, as to turn him aside from his terribleproject of vengeance. Dost think, Kohilât, that thou canst forget thyfalse god and love only the true one?""Ay, my lord," murmured the gentle Kohilât, "if such be my lord'spleasure."