In a
word, my purpose here is to arrange a plan by which we may effect, at
the same time, your triumph, and my freedom."
"To whom, then, have I the honour of speaking?" inquired Hunniades.
"My name, great Hunniades, is perhaps not altogether unknown to you:
they call me Iskander."
"What, the right arm of Amurath, the conqueror of Caramania, the flower
of Turkish chivalry? Do I indeed behold that matchless warrior?"
exclaimed Hunniades, and he held forth his hand to his guest, and
ungirding his own sword, offered it to the Prince. "Iduna" continued
Hunniades, to his daughter, "you at length behold Iskander."
"My joy is great, sir," replied Iduna, "if I indeed rightly understand
that we may count the Prince Iskander a champion of the Cross."
Iskander took from his heart his golden crucifix, and kissed it before
her. "This has been my companion and consolation for long years,
lady," said Iskander; "you, perhaps, know my mournful history,
Hunniades. Hitherto my pretended sovereign has not required me to bare
my scimitar against my Christian brethren.
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