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Updated: June 15, 2025
"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?"
For many days he remained entirely unconscious of all that was going on around him. He lay there coffined in his grief, as in living death. They cooled his feverish brow, and poured strengthening cordials between his lips. The magi cians and sorcerers, as well as the physicians of Cavalla and the neighboring cities, were summoned to his assistance by the tschorbadji and his son.
They brandished them in their fists, pressing from all sides upon the two officers, and swearing to kill them if they did not go at once to Cavalla and announce what had occurred here. Some of the men rushed off to the dwelling of the sheik, while others hastened to bring the ulemas to the square. "Are we to pay the double tax, sheik?
I beg that your excellency will graciously permit me to return home with the ship to Cavalla, after the soldiers shall have been disembarked. I also entreat of your excellency that my boulouk bashi be made captain in my stead." The capitan pacha turned and looked at young Mohammed Ali.
And the eunuch raised his hand and pointed toward the path that led to Cavalla. Yes, his eyes are accustomed to the dark, and he does see figures advancing from that direction. Not one or two, but a crowd of figures are approaching, and in their midst he sees something white, that is being borne along by others.
I had to hold fast to the oar, the skin stuck to it, and that made my hands bleed." The men gaze on him admiringly, and whisper to each other: "He is a hero, if he is only ten years old." And they respectfully step back, and allow the boy to pass on up the rocky path that leads to Cavalla. "Here he is again, Sitta Khadra.
He had, however, made no inquiries after this; did not care for it; and did not rejoice when, on the morning after the wedding, the tschorbadji took his arm and conducted him to one of the largest and best houses in the main street of Cavalla. He showed him the store and parlors, and led him up the stone stairway into the apartments of the harem, that were richly furnished and adorned.
There they stood, hand-in-hand, gazing at each other thoughtfully and earnestly. The others had respectfully withdrawn. "We are both thinking of the past, Osman Bey," said Mohammed, with a soft smile. "You see I have not forgotten the name you impressed on my memory at Cavalla." "Nor have I forgotten your name, Mohammed Ali," replied Bardissi.
"Here they purchased slaves for their masters. One Ayoubite alone purchased twelve thousand young men: with them he repaired to Asia Minor, where he dressed them in rich, glittering garments, and called them his Mamelukes, that is, 'those he had acquired and paid for. And now, listen, ye men of Cavalla, in this manner there arose in history a new tribe, a new race, and it gave itself the name of Mamelukes.
True, the tschorbadji had attempted to deny this, but the additional expense was nevertheless clearly owing to the pacha's presence in Cavalla. Moreover, the sad story of the unhappy Masa, who had chosen to die rather than become a slave, was now known. Yes, she had taken her own life of that, no one now entertained a doubt. She had assuredly thrown herself from the cliffs into the sea.
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