Rashid ran at once out from the tent, and there stood a fine little blooded Arabian horse, all saddled and bridled. "Oh, what a beautiful little horse!" exclaimed Rashid. "She only waits for her master," said a voice behind him, and he turned to find Al-Abukar smiling gravely. "The horse is thine," he said. "She will also help to bring strength to thy limbs, and will carry thee like the wind across the plains and hills." Little Rashid was so astonished and happy that he could not find words with which to thank his kind friend for his gift, but he kissed his hand and stammered out something. Then he threw his arms about the pony's arched neck and patted her delicate little nose. Oh, how beautiful he thought the handsome red saddle and bridle, with their silver buckles and red tassels! There is no gift that pleases a little Arab boy so much as a fine pony. "Is she not a queen?" said Hamid, who was as much pleased as his little friend. "I rode with father to the tents of the great Sheik, where one finds the best and swiftest horses; and I helped to pick her out from dozens of other ponies. She belongs to one of the five great families, does she not, father?" Hamid, like all little Arab boys, had been taught to love horses, and to know the history of the great breeds of Arabia as well as he did that of his own tribe. "Oh, she knows me already!" exclaimed Rashid, with delight, as the pony rubbed her little nose against his arm. "She looks lovely and haughty, like a little Sultanah," he continued. "What shall you call her?" asked Fatimah, who was giving the pony a bit of her cake to nibble. "I will call her 'Sultanah,'" said Rashid, as he clapped his hands; and everybody agreed that the little horse could not have a better name. "Now you must feed her, Rashid, so that she will know that she belongs to you," said Hamid. "I will get some of the date bread." He ran back quickly into the tent, and was back again in a moment with a brown, sticky mass in his hand, a kind of paste made of dried dates. This Rashid fed to Sultanah, who seemed to enjoy it very much. "You must sometimes feed her meat, too; that will make her strong and swift," added Hamid, who was proud indeed to be able to show that he knew all about Arabian ponies. "Our cousin who lives near the sea gives his horses dried fish to eat," said Rashid. "That may be well enough for some horses," replied Hamid, "but I give Zuleika dates and milk and cakes. She eats what her master does. Do you not, my beauty?" he said, stroking Zuleika, who had just strolled up to make friends with the newcomer. Nothing would do but that Rashid must have a ride at once; so Hamid saddled his pony, too, and away went the two boys cantering swift and sure in the morning sunlight. "We will pass by the _madressah_, and let the boys see how fine we are," said Hamid.