Hunniades stopped, and examined his visitor with a searching
inquisition. "Whence come you?" inquired the Hungarian chieftain.
"From the Turkish camp," was the answer.
"An envoy or a deserter"
"Neither."
"What then?"
"A convert."
"Your name?"
"Lord Hunniades," said Iskander, "that is for your private ear. I am
unarmed, and were I otherwise, the first knight of Christendom can
scarcely fear. I am one in birth and rank your equal; if not in fame,
at least, I trust, in honour. My time is all-precious: I can scarcely
stay here while my horse breathes. Dismiss your attendant."
Hunniades darted a glance at his visitor which would have baffled a
weaker brain, but Iskander stood the scrutiny calm and undisturbed.
"Go, Stanislaus," said the Vaivode to the officer. "This lady, sir,"
continued the chieftain, "is my daughter, and one from whom I have no
secrets."
Iskander bowed lowly as the officer disappeared.
"And now," said Hunniades, "to business. Your purpose?"
"I am a Grecian Prince, and a compulsory ally of the Moslemin.
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