CHAPTER XXII.
Who's there!--Approach--'tis kindly done--
My learned physician and a friend. SIR EUSTACE GREY.
Our narrative retrogrades to a period shortly previous to the
incidents last mentioned, when, as the reader must remember, the
unfortunate Knight of the Leopard, bestowed upon the Arabian
physician by King Richard, rather as a slave than in any other
capacity, was exiled from the camp of the Crusaders, in whose
ranks he had so often and so brilliantly distinguished himself.
He followed his new master--for so he must now term the Hakim--to
the Moorish tents which contained his retinue and his property,
with the stupefied feelings of one who, fallen from the summit of
a precipice, and escaping unexpectedly with life, is just able to
drag himself from the fatal spot, but without the power of
estimating the extent of the damage which he has sustained.
Arrived at the tent, he threw himself, without speech of any
kind, upon a couch of dressed buffalo's hide, which was pointed
out to him by his conductor, and hiding his face betwixt his
hands, groaned heavily, as if his heart were on the point of
bursting.
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