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We will make Sarechsme Mohammed Ali harmless." "You will start out at once?" said Bardissi. "Immediately, master, for I must soon return," replied Arnhyn. "By sunrise you will come up with Youssouf, and I must be there with my ravens to gather the spoils. I will now fly to my tent; there near the Pyramids I shall meet my daughter Butheita, and she will arrange the rest.
"The boys who defied each other at Cavalla have become men, and friends, too, have they not, Mohammed?" "Yes, friends, too, I hope, Bardissi; and I press your hand in token of my friendship." "And I yours. I am your friend, and welcome you heartily to our camp. But where are your forces? We have assembled here to meet them; are they not coming?"
A ball strikes Cousrouf's horse, and it sinks to the ground. With difficulty he succeeds in extricating himself from his fallen steed. "Upon them, my brave soldiers!" he cries, drawing his ataghan. "Let us fight our way through to the fort. There we shall be secure." "You shall never reach it!" exclaims Bardissi, his uplifted sword descending upon Cousrouf's head.
His eager gaze was fastened on Mohammed's proud, tranquil countenance in breathless suspense. The latter making no reply, Bardissi repeated, in tones of entreaty almost, "Answer me, Mohammed Ali!" "Do you really suppose I can answer you?" said Mohammed, gently.
He may catch hold of a corner of its mantle, but fortune itself might escape him. Only he who is calm and collected can depend on securing it, Bardissi. Therefore, I say, wait! Yet, this will I say, in addition," continued he, his countenance assuming a milder expression, "Give me your hand before we part. It is the hand of a brave man, and I am glad to press it in my own."
The Turks are rowing rapidly down upon them in their boats, while volleys of musketry are being discharged at them from the ship that is approaching nearer and nearer, following the Turkish troops that man the boats. "Onward," cries Bardissi to his followers. "Onward! We may escape. We may, if we make every effort, succeed in reaching Alexandria."
Bardissi recognizes the officer and joyously greets him, and Sheik Arnhyn, who rides at his side. "There comes the brave sarechsme, Mohammed Ali; he keeps his word, and comes to unite his forces with ours." "A hearty welcome, Mohammed Ali; a hearty welcome from me, and from all of us!" "A warm greeting to you, Bardissi!" cried Mohammed, extending his hand.
"Well, then," said Mohammed, deliberately, "it seems unjust to me that our people should bear the burden of taxation alone! Why should not a tax be imposed on the Franks and Levantines also?" "On the foreigner?" said Bardissi, with a start. "That has never been done, that I am aware of." "Then let it be done now for the first time.
"You are a brave man, Kachef Youssouf," said Bardissi, "but consider that you risk your life, and perhaps in vain." "I shall, however, die in the performance of my duty! I will go over and make the attempt!" "As you are? And do you not suppose the first sentinel on the walls of Damietta will shoot you down?" "I shall not go as I am, Osman Bey.
There, at the head of four thousand Mamelukes, surrounded by a body of beys and kachefs, comes Osman Bey Bardissi, the hero of so many battles. How sparkling his eyes, how radiant the smile with which he greets the populace that hails him with shouts of enthusiasm! He passes by, and now come the Albanians and Armenians.
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