"May I enter your tent ?" he concluded, "for the curtain is drawn before the entrance." "The master," replied Sir Kenneth, determined to show that he was not surprised into forgetfulness of his own condition, "need demand no permission to enter the tent of the slave." "But if I come not as a master ?" said El Hakim, still without entering.
"The physician," answered the knight, "hath free access to the bedside of his patient." "Neither come I now as a physician," replied El Hakim; "and therefore I still request permission, ere I come under the covering of thy tent." "Whoever comes as a friend," said Sir Kenneth, "and such thou hast hitherto shown thyself to me, the habitation of the friend is ever open to him." "Yet once again," said the Eastern sage, after the periphrastical manner of his countrymen, "supposing that I come not as a friend ?" "Come as thou wilt," said the Scottish knight, somewhat impatient of this circumlocution; "be what thou wilt--thou knowest well it is neither in my power nor my inclination to refuse thee entrance." "I come, then," said El Hakim, "as your ancient foe, but a fair and a generous one." He entered as he spoke; and when he stood before the bedside of Sir Kenneth, the voice continued to be that of Adonbec, the Arabian physician, but the form, dress, and features were those of Ilderim of Kurdistan, called Sheerkohf.

Sir Kenneth gazed upon him as if he expected the vision to depart, like something created by his imagination.
"Doth it so surprise thee," said Ilderim, "and thou an approved warrior, to see that a soldier knows somewhat of the art of healing?
I say to thee, Nazarene, that an accomplished cavalier should know how to dress his steed, as well as how to ride him; how to forge his sword upon the stithy, as well as how to use it in battle; how to burnish his arms, as well as how to wear them; and, above all, how to cure wounds, as well as how to inflict them." As he spoke, the Christian knight repeatedly shut his eyes, and while they remained closed, the idea of the Hakim, with his long, flowing dark robes, high Tartar cap, and grave gestures was present to his imagination; but so soon as he opened them, the graceful and richly-gemmed turban, the light hauberk of steel rings entwisted with silver, which glanced brilliantly as it obeyed every inflection of the body, the features freed from their formal expression, less swarthy, and no longer shadowed by the mass of hair (now limited to a well-trimmed beard), announced the soldier and not the sage.
"Art thou still so much surprised," said the Emir, "and hast thou walked in the world with such little observance, as to wonder that men are not always what they seem?
Thou thyself--art thou what thou seemest ?" "No, by Saint Andrew!" exclaimed the knight; "for to the whole Christian camp I seem a traitor, and I know myself to be a true though an erring man." "Even so I judged thee," said Ilderim; "and as we had eaten salt together, I deemed myself bound to rescue thee from death and contumely.
But wherefore lie you still on your couch, since the sun is high in the heavens?
or are the vestments which my sumpter-camels have afforded unworthy of your wearing ?" "Not unworthy, surely, but unfitting for it," replied the Scot.

"Give me the dress of a slave, noble Ilderim, and I will don it with pleasure; but I cannot brook to wear the habit of the free Eastern warrior with the turban of the Moslem." "Nazarene," answered the Emir, "thy nation so easily entertain suspicion that it may well render themselves suspected.

Have I not told thee that Saladin desires no converts saving those whom the holy Prophet shall dispose to submit themselves to his law?
violence and bribery are alike alien to his plan for extending the true faith.

Hearken to me, my brother.