Opportunity

From the corner of my eye, I watched as Saladin took his seat. My mind quaked with the thought that I was the only man to lay eyes on him in almost a millennium. Few men root themselves so deeply in history. I sat, hundreds of years and hundreds of miles gulfed our communications. He whispered something to a companion.

I longed to simply meet his eyes, to occupy a moment of his consideration, though had no desire for a swift death in the face of ignorance. I bowed my head as his gaze swept the room. Did he see?