“Then I entreat you to dismiss me, for in the presence of that man my heart and lips are sealed; I feel that he is my enemy.”

“Beware of his becoming so!” cried the governor, while Obada shrugged his shoulders scornfully.

Orion understood this gesture, and although he again succeeded in keeping cool he felt that he could no longer be sure of himself; he bowed low, without paying any heed to the Vekeel, and begged Amru to excuse him for the present.

Amru, who had not failed to observe Obada’s demeanor and who keenly sympathized with what was going on in the young man’s mind, did not detain him; but his manner changed once more; he again became the pressing host and invited his guest, as it was growing late, to pass the night under his roof.  Orion politely declined, and when at length he quitted the room—­without deigning even to look at the Negro—­Amru accompanied him into the anteroom.  There he grasped the young man’s hand, and said in a low voice full of sincere and fatherly interest: 

“Beware of the Negro; you let him perceive that you saw through him—­it was brave but rash.  For my part I honestly wish you well.”

“I believe it, I know it,” replied Orion, on whose perturbed soul the noble Arab’s warm, deep accents fell like balm.  “And now we are alone I will gladly confide in you.  I, my Lord, I—­my father—­you knew him.  In cruel wrath, before he closed his eyes, he withdrew his blessing from his only son.”

The memory of the most fearful hour of his life choked his voice for a moment, but he soon went on:  “One single act of criminal folly roused his anger; but afterwards, in grief and penitence, I thought over my whole life, and I saw how useless it had been; and now, when I came hither with a heart full of glad expectancy to place all I have to offer of mind and gifts at your disposal, I did so, my Lord, because I long to achieve great and noble, and difficult or, if it might be, impossible deeds—­to be active, to be doing. . .”

Here he was interrupted by Amru, who said, laying his sinewy arm across the youth’s shoulders: 

“And because you long to let the spirit of your dead father, that righteous man, see that a heedless act of youthful recklessness has not made you unworthy of his blessing; because you hope by valiant deeds to compel his wrath to turn to approval, his scorn to esteem. . .”

“Yes, yes, that is the thing, the very thing!” Orion broke in with fiery enthusiasm; but the Arab eagerly signed to him to lower his voice, as though to cheat some listener, and whispered hastily, but with warm kindliness: 

“And I, I will help you in this praiseworthy endeavor.  Oh, how much you remind me of the son of my heart who, like you, erred, and who was permitted to atone for all, for more than all by dying like a hero for his faith on the field of battle!—­Count on me, and let your purpose become deed.  In me you have found a friend.—­Now, go.  You shall hear from me before long.  But, once more:  Do not provoke the Negro; beware of him; and the next time you meet him subdue your pride and make as though you had never seen him before.”