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He gave a second look at the boat with longing eyes, his strength was momentarily failing him, he felt that he must either sink or call to those in the boat for assistance, and while he was thus debating in his own mind, he observed the person who had the helm steer the boat towards him, and in a moment after Aphiz was raised in the arms of the sea men and placed in the bottom of the caique.
Leaving Krometz and his companion to pursue their own business, and the clipper craft with her course laid for the Sea of Marmora, we will, with the reader, return once more to the mountain side where we met Komel and Aphiz.
Aphiz Adegah's life had been a bold one, he knew no fear. The air of his native hills was not freer than his own spirit and as he looked off once more at the tiny white speck in the distance that marked the spot where Komel was, his resolution was instantly made, and he swore to follow and rescue her.
The same sensations have more than once come over him since that hour while they were suffering together the hardships of the week, and the fearful scenes that followed the gale they had encountered after the chase. Aphiz and Komel loved each other now, as they never could have done, but for the strange vicissitudes which they had shared together.
No one feared your gentle brother's loss years ago, and yet one day he woke happy and cheerful, and went forth to play, but never came back again." "You speak too truly," answered the beautiful girl with a sigh, "and yet because harm came to him, it is no reason that it should come to me, dear Aphiz." "Still the fear that aught may happen to separate us is enough to make me sad, Komel."
"Your story interests me," said the Sultan, still regarding him intently. "It is very simple, excellency, but alas! it is also very true," was the reply. "What name do you bear?" "Aphiz Adegah, excellency!" "And what was her name of whom you have spoken?" "Her name was Komel."
Aphiz, as we have said, knew very well who had visited him in his cell, and now that he was gone he composed himself as best he could, placing Komel's bouquet in his bosom and trying to sleep, for it was now night.
"He has a proposition to offer you, to which, if you accede, you are at once free to go from here." "And what are these terms?" asked Aphiz, with perfect coolness. "That you instantly leave Constantinople, never again to return to it." "Alone?" "Except that he will fill a purse with gold for thee to help thee on thy homeward way."
She looked wistfully at the jewelled dagger that hung in the monarch's girdle, and fearful thoughts were thronging her brain. The Sultan little knew on how slender thread his life hung at that moment, for a very slight blow from his dagger, swiftly and truly given, would have revenged Aphiz in a moment.
At one time when Aphiz was in the heat of battle, charging upon the Russian infantry, suddenly he staggered, reeled and fell, a bullet had passed into his chest near the heart.
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