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So lived Almansor for some years in the capital of the Franks; but never did his longing for home diminish. When he was about fifteen years old, an incident occurred that had great influence on his destiny. The Franks chose their leading general–the same with whom Almansor had often spoken in Egypt–to be their king. Almansor could see by the unusual appearance of the streets and the great festivities that were taking place, that something of the kind had happened; but he never once dreamed that this king was the same man whom he had seen in Egypt, for that general was quite a young man. But one day Almansor went to one of the bridges that led over the wide river which flowed through the city, and there he perceived a man dressed in the simple uniform of a soldier, leaning over the parapet and looking down into the water. The features of the man impressed him as being familiar, and he felt sure of having seen him before. He tried to recall him to memory; and presently it flashed upon him that this man was the general of the Franks with whom he had often spoken in camp, and who had always cared kindly for him. He did not know his right name, but he mustered up his courage, stepped up to him, and, crossing his arms on his breast and making an obeisance, addressed him as he had heard the soldiers speak of him among themselves: ” Salem aleicum, Little Corporal!”

The man looked up in surprise, cast a sharp look at the boy before him, recalled him after a moment’s pause, and exclaimed: “Is it possible! you here, Almansor? How is your father? How are things in Egypt? What brings you here to us?”

Almansor could not contain himself longer; he began to weep, and said to the man: “Then you do not know what your countrymen–the dogs–have done to me, Little Corporal? You do not know that in all this time I have not seen the land of my ancestors?”

“I cannot think,” said the man, with darkening brow, “I cannot think that they would have kidnapped you.”

“Alas,” answered Almansor, “it is too true. On the day that your soldiers embarked, I saw my fatherland for the last time. They took me away with them, and one general, who pitied my misery, paid for my living with a hateful doctor, who beats and half starves me. But listen, Little Corporal,” continued he confidentially, “it is well that I met you here; you must help me.”

The man whom he thus addressed, smiled, and asked in what way he should help him.

“See,” said Almansor, “it would be unfair for me to ask much from you; you were very kind to me, but still I know that you are a poor man, and when you were general you were not as well-dressed as the others, and now, judging from your coat and hat, you cannot be in very good circumstances. But the Franks have recently chosen a sultan, and beyond doubt you know people who can approach him–the minister of war, maybe, or of foreign affairs, or his admiral; do you?”

“Well, yes,” answered the man; “but what more?”

“You might speak a good word for me to these people, Little Corporal, so that they would beg the sultan to let me go. Then I should need some money for the journey over the sea; but, above all, you must promise me not to say a word about this to either the doctor or the Arabic professor!”

“Who is the Arabic professor?”

“Oh, he is a very strange man; but I will tell you about him some other time. If these two men should hear of this, I should not be able to get away. But will you speak to the minister about me? Tell me honestly!”

“Come with me,” said the man; “perhaps I can be of some use to you now.”