CHAPTER II.
About the time the couriers departed from Messala’s door with the despatches (it being yet the early morning hour), Ben-Hur entered Ilderim’s tent. He had taken a plunge into the lake, and breakfasted, and appeared now in an under-tunic, sleeveless, and with skirt scarcely reaching to the knee.
The sheik saluted him from the divan.
"I give thee peace, son of Arrius," he said, with admiration, for, in truth, he had never seen a more perfect illustration of glowing, powerful, confident manhood. "I give thee peace and good-will. The horses are ready, I am ready. And thou?"
"The peace thou givest me, good sheik, I give thee in return. I thank thee for so much good-will. I am ready."
Ilderim clapped his hands.
"I will have the horses brought. Be seated."
"Are they yoked?"
"No."
"Then suffer me to serve myself," said Ben-Hur. "It is needful that I make the acquaintance of thy Arabs. I must know them by name, O sheik, that I may speak to them singly; nor less must I know their temper, for they are like men; if bold, the better of scolding; if timid, the better of praise and flattery. Let the servants bring me the harness."
"And the chariot?" asked the shiek.
"I will let the chariot alone to day. In its place, let them bring me a fifth horse, if thou hast it; he should be barebacked, and fleet as the others."
Ilderim’s wonder was aroused, and he summoned a servant immediately.
"Bid them bring the harness for the four," he said—"the harness for the four, and the bridle for Sirius."
Ilderim then arose.
