"To-morrow then, this fray shall be decided on the plains of Kallista,"
said Mahomed.

"Epirus is prepared," replied Iskander.

The Turks withdrew. Iskander bore the senseless form of Iduna to her
father. Hunniades embraced his long-lost child. They sprinkled her
face with water from the fountain. She revived.

"Where is Nicaeus?" inquired Iskander; "and how came you again, dear
lady, in the power of Mahomed?"

"Alas! noble sir, my twice deliverer," answered Iduna, "I have, indeed,
again been doomed to captivity, but my persecutor, I blush to say, was
this time a Christian prince."

"Holy Virgin!" exclaimed Iskander. "Who can this villain be?"

"The villain, Lord Iskander, is your friend; and your pupil, dear
father."

"Nicaeus of Athens!" exclaimed Hunniades.

Iskander was silent and melancholy.

Thereupon the Lady Iduna recounted to her father and Iskander, sitting
between them on the margin of the fount, all that had occurred to her,
since herself and Nicaeus parted with Iskander; nor did she omit to
relate to Hunniades all the devotion of Iskander, respecting which,