At length, he met the esquire of
a Polish knight returning from a convivial meeting, not a little
elevated.
"Who are you?" inquired Iskander.
"I am an Esquire," replied the gentleman.
"A shrewd man, I doubt not, who would make his fortune," replied
Iskander. "You must know great things have happened. Being on guard I
have taken a prisoner, who has deep secrets to divulge to the Lord
Hunniades. Thither, to his pavilion, I am now bearing him. But he is
a stout barbarian, and almost too much for me. Assist me in carrying
him to the pavilion of Hunniades, and you shall have all the reward,
and half the fame."
"You are a very civil spoken young gentleman," said the Esquire. "I
think I know your voice. Your name, if I mistake not, is Leckinski?"
"A relative. We had a common ancestor."
"I thought so. I know the Leckinskies ever by their voice. I am free
to help you on the terms you mention -- all the reward and half the
fame. 'Tis a strong barbarian, is it? We cannot cut his throat, or it
will not divulge.
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