"I come to thee a suppliant," said Asad, advancing. "A suppliant, thou? No need, my lord. I have no will that is not the echo of thine own." The Basha's questing eyes went beyond him and glowed as they rested upon Rosamund. "I come in haste," he said, "like any callow lover, guided by my every instinct to the presence of her I seek this Frankish pearl, this pen-faced captive of thy latest raid.