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Updated: May 6, 2025
Cousrouf Pacha, our mighty master, is not in the habit of being trifled with. He will send us down after his property, and there will be no lack of bloody heads in Praousta, tomorrow; for we shall certainly have to regain possession of this slave. He says she accepted the purchase-money, and she therefore belongs to the master who bought her.
Such are his thoughts as be walks across the bridge to the carriage of state in which he is to make his entrance. The ulemas receive him. "Long live the ambassador of the prophet! Long live the blessed of Allah!" resound from the lips of the thousands assembled upon the shore and in the streets of the city. How radiant is Cousrouf Pacha's countenance!
You have often offended him with your hasty words and threatening manner, and Cousrouf Pacha is not the man to pardon any offence. Marina is well aware of this, and therefore observes and listens to everything." "Does Cousrouf Pacha know that there is any connection between me and Masa?"
"But let me count. I believe I was fifteen when, at Cavalla, I first had the happiness of meeting you, my distinguished master." "Let us proceed with the calculation," said Cousrouf. "I remained three years in Cavalla. By Allah, they seemed to me to be three centuries! Yes, I remained there three years, and you were therefore eighteen when I left Cavalla?"
He suffers in silence, and his friends hope that death will soon release him from his misery. And this overbearing stranger, Cousrouf Pacha, is to blame for all this! He gave himself the appearance of graciously making the fishermen a present of the money to pay the double tax. But he had deceived them.
Cousrouf Pacha made no reply, but arose, walked hastily to the door, opened it himself, and stepped out to Osman, who lay on the couch, beside which stood the slaves who had brought him up. "Osman, I thank you for this proof of your friendly consideration. Take hold now, ye dogs, and bear your master into the room!"
What was your object in coming?" "I came because the decisive hour has arrived, and I saw, in the adjoining room, Cousrouf Pacha raising the girl's veil." "You came and rushed past me like a madman. How do the girl's actions concern you. She came to seek deliverance for her father." "How her actions concern me, you ask, tschorbadji?" he cried, clinching his fists.
"You are right," whispered Cousrouf Pacha, aside; "this is a bold, brave youth, and something can be made of him. He is ambitious and daring. The time may come when he would be of use; I will try to win him over to my interests." Mohammed heard nothing more; he had already gone to the court-yard and opened the door of the cage.
Then a third stepped forth, and announced in a loud voice, "His excellency Cousrouf Pacha!" His excellency entered, splendidly dressed, in a long velvet mantle, trimmed with rare fur, in his turban a star of the most brilliant diamonds flashed, and in the Persian shawl folded around his waist glittered a dagger, studded with costly gems.
He bowed profoundly before Cousrouf, and seemed delighted when invited to seat himself beside the pacha on the divan, and smoke the chibouque with him. "Tell me, Mohammed, how old are you?" asked Cousrouf, after a pause, blowing clouds of smoke from his lips, and seeming to regard the general with kindly composure. "How old are you?" "I hardly know, highness," replied Mohammed, smiling.
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