and men continuously, the opposition was both more numerous and more determined. With so many different types of men to consider perhaps Saladin could not have done otherwise than accept the verdict of the majority. As was shown plainly later on, only very few were animated by his pure devotion to the holy war, and personal considerations ruled nearly all. Then there were many jealousies, some of long standing, and as many divergent views as there were different tribes represented. A curious circumstance, illuminating in its way, postponed the Sultan's putting into effect the decision of the emirs for some time. This was the prominence gained in the defense of the city by a knight, whose remarkable appearance and extraordinary valor piqued Saladin's interest to the point of fascination. The Chevalier Vert, one of those amazing Spaniards who seem to have come into the world just to demonstrate that supermen can and do exist, acted up to all the requirements of a perfect hero of chanson and ballad. He appears to have come in the train of William of Sicily, and from the moment of his arrival he was the star performer at every conflict. Distinguished by a pair of stag's horns rising from his green helmet, and bearing a green shield, he invited the Saracen sharpshooters to do their worst. Leader of every sortie, he laid about with his sword after the reputed manner of Orlando and the Cid, scorning the superior numbers of the foe with magnificent disdain, indifferent alike to bolt and arrow, spear and sword. Well might the