"Not I."

"Allah akbar! it is the palace of the defender of the faith, Sultan
Mahomet!"

"The Sultan!" exclaimed the lone wanderer, struck dumb with
amazement.

"The Brother of the Sun," repeated the official, with a profound
salaam as he repeated the name, while at the same time he noted the
astonishment of the stranger.

"The Sultan," repeated the new comer, musing to himself, "rides he
forth alone?"

"At times, yes, when it suits him. No harm can come to him--he is
sacred, and need not fear."

"Perhaps not," answered the other, as he recalled the scene on the
borders of the forest.

At the singular piece of intelligence which the had received, the
stranger seemed to hesitate. He surely would not have come hither
had he known to whom he was about to apply for assistance. Could it
be the Sultan that he so opportunely aided? If so, he surely need
not fear to meet him again; perhaps he might even venture still to
tell him honestly his story, and ask at least for advice in the
pursuit of the object which had brought him to Constantinople. In
this half undecided mood he stood musing for some minutes, and then
with a struggle for resolution, bade the officer lead him to his