Thereupon a dwarfish, swarth-visaged man, but yet in rich attire, came forward from the prince’s train, and said, “Were these words then spoken in earnest? If so, may it please your highness, the Lady Bertha von Lichtenried may surely be found within the limits of Christendom, and, if found, may doubtless be taken and brought hither.” “It may be so,” answered the proud Arabian, with a scornful smile, “yet, methinks thou art not the champion by whom such a scheme will ever be carried into effect.” “I had only ventured to ask,” said the Moor, “if your highness were in earnest when you spoke of the third portion of your fortune?” “I have promised,” answered the prince, “and methinks, Alhafiz, thou should’st have known that my promises are never lightly reckoned.” “So then we shall consider in due time,” answered the other, “how the beautiful Bertha may be yours, and the money fall to my share. ‘But time won, all may be won,’ says the proverb; so then let me be permitted for the present to take leave of absence from your highness.” Thereupon, having made a low bow, he rode away, while the strange prince, in the magnificent dress, looked after him, shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders, as with compassion for the vain boast of the little man. Then he turned to Prince Mutza and the ladies, whom he greeted kindly, and regaining his proper position on his horse, trotted lightly away through the pleasant fields and woods of that beautiful country. “What is his name?” said Gabrielle, when the prince returned to the ladies on the terrace.