And yet no more than he already knows,
I think. But why alone of all the captives
Thou hast been spared, he fain would learn—
TEMPLAR
Can I
Myself tell that? Already, with bare neck,
I kneeled upon my mantle, and awaited
The blow—when Saladin with steadfast eye
Fixed me, sprang nearer to me, made a sign—
I was upraised, unbound, about to thank him—
And saw his eye in tears. Both stand in silence.
He goes. I stay. How all this hangs together,
Thy patriarch may unriddle.
FRIAR
He concludes,
That God preserved you for some mighty deed.
TEMPLAR
Some mighty deed? To save out of the fire
A Jewish girl—to usher curious pilgrims
About Mount Sinai—to—
FRIAR
The time may come—
And this is no such trifle—but perhaps
The patriarch meditates a weightier office.
TEMPLAR
Think you so, brother? Has he hinted aught?
FRIAR
Why, yes; I was to sift you out a little,
And hear if you were one to—
TEMPLAR
Well—to what?
I’m curious to observe how this man sifts.
FRIAR
The shortest way will be to tell you plainly
What are the patriarch’s wishes.
TEMPLAR
And they are—
FRIAR
To send a letter by your hand.
TEMPLAR
By me?
I am no carrier. And were that an office
More meritorious than to save from burning
A Jewish maid?
FRIAR
So it should seem; must seem—
For, says the patriarch, to all Christendom
This letter is of import; and to bear it
Safe to its destination, says the patriarch,
God will reward with a peculiar crown
In heaven; and of this crown, the patriarch says,
No one is worthier than you—
TEMPLAR
Than I?
FRIAR
For none so able, and so fit to earn
This crown, the patriarch says, as you.
TEMPLAR
As I?
FRIAR
The patriarch here is free, can look about him,
And knows, he says, how cities may be stormed,
And how defended; knows, he says, the strengths
And weaknesses of Saladin’s new bulwark,
And of the inner rampart last thrown up;
And to the warriors of the Lord, he says,
Could clearly point them out;—