The next
morning I learned the name of my guest. It was the great Zengi
himself! His army lost the battle the day before and all his soldiers
were dead or prisoners. He wanted to hurry back to Mosul to make
sure that the town was safe so I gave him new clothes and my best
horse. Riding away, he said, ‘I’ll never forget your help and will
always be a true friend to you and your family.’