'Do you believe this of me, Zehowah?' Khaled asked.
'Do I believe that the sun is black and the night as white as the sun? But it is true that I do not know your father's name.'
Then Khaled was troubled, for he saw that it would be a hard matter to explain, and that without explanation his safety might be endangered. Zehowah sat still beside him, holding his hand and looking into his face, as though expecting an answer.
'Have I done wisely in telling you?' she asked at last. 'You are troubled. I should have said nothing.'
'You have done wisely,' he answered. 'For I will go and speak to them, and if they believe me, the matter is finished, but if not I have lost nothing.'
'It will be well to give the chief men presents, and to distribute something among the people, for gifts are great persuaders of unbelief.'
'Shall I give them presents because they have believed evil of me?' asked Khaled, laughing. 'Rather would I give you the treasures of the whole earth because you have not believed it.'
'If I had the wealth of the whole world I would give it to them rather than that they should hurt a hair of your head,' Zehowah answered.
'Am I more dear to you than so much gold, Zehowah?'
