The eparch inclined his head in acknowledgement of the salutation. "Greetings, Amir Sadiq. In the name of the most noble Basil, by the grace of God, Elect of Heaven, Co-Regent of Christ on Earth, Emperor of the Romans, I welcome you," replied the eparch. "I am your servant, Nicephorus."

"You must now forgive me, Eparch Nicephorus," said the amir, "I have exhausted my small store of Greek words. From now on I will employ the aid of my advisor." Raising his hands, he clapped them twice, and said, "Faysal!"

A young man, only slightly older than myself, appeared beside his master as if out of nowhere. I recognized him at once as the messenger who had brought the invitation the previous day. Bowing low, Faysal proceeded to relate the words of his master to the Greek-speakers present. Facing one another, eparch and amir traded additional greetings and salutations for a time, including those of the lesser officials of both sides in their turn. They then exchanged gifts: gold armbands for the amir, and a gold bowl for the eparch.

"It is our custom," said J'Amal Sadiq through his interpreter, "to take refreshment at this time of day. I would deem it the greatest of honours if you would consent to join me in my tent."

"The honour, Amir Sadiq, would be ours entirely," replied the eparch. "But we could not consider setting foot inside your tent without extracting from you a promise to dine with us another day."

"Most certainly," answered the amir. "I will await the day with enormous anticipation."

The delegation then proceeded to the tent, which stood centermost in the midst of the camp. As Harald was to remain outside the tent with his barbarian guardsmen, I took my place beside him to wait, thinking that would be as close as I would get to the proceedings. But, as the eparch stepped to the entrance of the tent, he half-turned, looked around him-noting the magister and spatharius, Nikos, and the others making up his party-then saw me standing with Harald. "You there! Priest!" he called, more gruffly than was usual when no one else was near. "Come here. You will attend me."

"We do not need him," said Nikos quickly. "Let the slave remain outside with the barbarians where he belongs."

Turning on Nikos suddenly, almost fiercely, the eparch charged, "Do you speak Arabic?"

"You know I do not," answered Nikos, frowning at the question. "But-"

"Then you need bother yourself no further with my decision," replied the eparch archly. Turning once more to me, he said, "Follow me."

I saw the komes's eyes narrow as I stepped past him. Once inside the tent, I confessed: "Eparch, I do not speak Arabic." I whispered so as not to be overheard.

"Do you not?" he wondered absently, and spoke in such a way that I could not tell if he knew this fact before I told him, or not. "Never mind, it makes no difference."

Altogether, the delegation made a party numbering close to thirty, with another fifteen or so Arabs in attendance. The tent held us all, and with room to spare. We sat on the floor, but that is not to say we sat on the ground. No; for the ground, which had been but grass and dirt, was now transformed into a patchwork of brilliant colour, owing to the Arab habit of flooring their tents with thick-woven lengths of cloth of the most striking design and colour-every colour known to the weaver's art, in fact. The effect of these coverings, or rugs, was to bewitch the eye, even as their design delighted the intellect. Along with the rugs, which formed a handsome floor, there were cushions for leaning or sitting upon-all of which made for as comfortable and satisfactory a shelter as I have encountered anywhere.

When we had all assembled inside the tent, the amir ordered the refreshment to be served. This he accomplished without uttering a word; a simple clap of his hands, and immediately, a dozen servants appeared bearing silver platters, each dish larger than the last, and each containing foods the like of which I had never seen. The biggest platter held a whole roast lamb and required the strength of two slaves to carry it.

The platters were placed within reach of the guests on low wooden tripods, whereupon the servants retreated, only to be replaced by others bearing silver jars and trays of silver cups. A hot drink was poured out and the cups distributed to one and all, myself included. Taking his cup, the amir raised it, spoke a brief burst of Arabic, and then drank; the rest of us followed his example, placing our lips to the rim to sip the steaming liquid, which tasted of flowers and honey. It was hot and sweet, but refreshing for that.

The amir then showed us how to dip from the platters, holding our sleeves with the left hand and using the fingers of the right hand to select the choice morsels. Some of the delegation from Trebizond grumbled at this manner of eating, begrudging the lack of knives; they picked among the platters like fastidious birds, none too courteous in their comments, nor over concerned, it seemed to me, with offending their host. But Nicephorus behaved regally, licking his fingers and smacking his lips in appreciation of the delicacies before him. For delicacies they were, of that I have no doubt.

For his part, Amir Sadiq professed himself delighted that the eparch should enjoy himself so. Several times, he chose out a particular tid-bit and gave it to the eparch. This, I quickly learned, was a gesture of friendship; to be fed by the hand of the noble ruler was considered an especial honour among them.

They ate, and when the appetites of the officials and their men were met, I-along with the other servants-was given to eat of several of the dishes, and found them strange to my taste, but not overly disagreeable. One or two contained a potent spice which produced heat in my mouth and warmed me so that the sweat stood out on my forehead. I thought I might swoon, but the feeling passed.

While eating, the eparch and the amir talked. Alas, I was not close enough to hear what they said, but they seemed to find the measure of one another quickly, and were not displeased with what they found. The eating and talk continued in a leisurely way until there came the sound of someone wailing outside the tent. The voice droned on in an undulating chant, and we all fell silent to hear it, save the amir, who rose, bowed to the eparch, spoke a word and departed. His men followed him, leaving only the servants and translator behind.

"Please," said the young man, "my lord Sadiq begs to be excused as it is his hour to pray. But you are his honoured guests and you are welcome to remain as long as you wish. Eat and drink your fill."

The eparch rose and said, "You will convey our thanks to your lord, and tell him that we have enjoyed ourselves in his company. It is with deepest regret that we must leave."

We left the camp and returned to the city, and to the governor's house where the eparch began preparations for receiving the Arabs.

This, then, began my first acquaintance with the Muhammedans, who, I promptly learned, were not pagans, as I had first supposed, but a people who worshipped the same God as Christians and Jews, and, like them, revered the Holy Word. They knew somewhat of Jesu, but, like the Jews, did not hold him to be the Christ. Nevertheless, they were extremely devout, and very exacting in their ways and lived according to a set of laws laid down in a book, the Qur'an, written by one called Muhammed, a mighty prophet indeed. The chief tenet of their belief was, as I came to understand it, complete and utter submission to the will of God, a state which they called islam.

That night, as I lay in my bed, in the palatial house in Trebizond, I dreamed again.