“That is no reason why he should not do so,” Ben Ibyn said.  “These Christians, I hear, treat their women as if they were superior beings, and feel it no dishonour to wait upon them; I think you cannot do better than carry out your plan.  It is certain there is no sort of work that he would prefer to it; therefore, let it be understood that he is to be your own personal attendant, and that when you have no occasion for his services, he will work in the garden.  Only do not for the present let any of your friends see him; they would spread the news like wildfire, and in a week every soul in the town would know that you had a good looking Christian slave, and the sultan’s officer would be sending for me to ask how I obtained him.  We must put a turban on him.  Any one who caught a glimpse of that hair of his, however far distant, would know that he was a Frank.”

“We might stain his face and hands with walnut juice,” Khadja said, “he would pass as a Nubian.  Some of them are tall and strong.”

“A very good thought, wife; it would be an excellent disguise.  So shall it be.”  He touched the bell again.  “Tell Muley I would speak with him.  Muley,” he went on, when the steward appeared, “have you said aught to any of the servants touching the Christian?”

“No, my lord; you gave me no instructions about it, and I thought it better to wait until the morning, when I could ask you.”

“You did well.  We have determined to stain his skin, and at present he will pass as a Nubian.  This will avoid all questions and talk.”

“But, my lord, they will wonder that he cannot speak their tongue.”

“He must pass among them as a mute; but indeed he speaks Arabic as well as we do, Muley.”

The man uttered an exclamation of surprise.

“He had intended to conceal his knowledge,” Ben Ibyn went on, “which would have been politic; but when he found that my intentions were kind, he told us that he knew our tongue, and now revealed his knowledge, as he thought it would be dishonourable to listen to our talk, leaving us under the impression that he could not understand us.”

“Truly these Christians are strange men,” Muley said.  “This youth, who has not yet grown the hair on his face, is nevertheless commander of a war galley.  He is ready to risk his life on behalf of a slave, and can strike down men with his unarmed hand; he is as gentle in his manner as a woman; and now it seems he can talk Arabic, and although it was in his power to keep this secret he tells it rather than overhear words that are not meant for his ear.  Truly they are strange people, the Franks.  I will prepare some stain in the morning, my lord, and complete his disguise before any of the others see him.”

The next morning Muley told Gervaise that his master thought that it would be safer and more convenient for him to pass as a dumb Nubian slave.  Gervaise thought the plan an excellent one; and he was soon transformed, Muley shaving that part of the hair that would have shown below the turban, and then staining him a deep brownish black, from the waist upwards, together with his feet and his legs up to his knee, and darkening his eyebrows, eyelashes, and moustache.