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Updated: June 17, 2025
An impatient group of Janissaries was standing round their kettle, which was placed on the top of a lofty iron tripod, and amongst them we notice Halil Patrona and Musli. There was very little of the huckster of the day before yesterday in Halil's appearance now.
It has always helped me hitherto." And with that Halil kissed his wife and his child and returned to the boat. He seized the oars in his powerful hands and was soon some distance from the shore.
"Thou seest the sun rising up yonder behind the hills?" "Yes, my master." "Before the shadows return to the side of yon hills take care to be well behind them, and let not another dawn find thee in this city!" The boatman bent low with his arms folded across his breast, then he disappeared in his skiff. But Halil Patrona hastened into the mosque. The Sultan's ambassadors were awaiting him.
"And now place thyself at the head of thy host," said Halil, "accept the invitation of thy people to go to the Ejub mosque, in order that the Silihdars may gird thee with the Sword of the Prophet according to ancient custom." The Sultan thereupon caused it to be announced that in an hour's time he would proceed to the mosque of Ejub, there to be girded with the Sword of the Prophet.
And after a few moments he called again: "Come, ye people, to the rest of God, to the abode of righteousness; come to the abode of felicity!" Gül-Bejáze awoke. Halil washed his hands and feet, and turning towards the mehrab began to pray.
"This must be put a stop to once for all," murmured Halil, and beckoning to a load-carrier he mounted on to his shoulders and wrote his name high up, just beneath the eaves of the house on a spot where Pelivan's name could not top his own again, from whence it is manifest that there was a certain secret instinct in Halil Patrona which would not permit him to take the lower place or suffer him to recognise anybody as standing higher than himself.
Speak those of you who are husbands, would you be merciful to him who dishonoured your wife after this sort?" "Death be upon his head!" roared the furious multitude, and rolling onwards like a flood that has burst its dams it stopped a moment later before a stately palace. "Whose is this palace?" inquired Halil of the mob. "Damad Ibrahim's," cried sundry voices from among the crowd.
Yet Halil it was who turned out to be the biggest fool, for he immediately set out in search of the man who had given him this sum of money. But search and search as he might he could find no trace of him. If he had gone in search of someone who had stolen a like amount, he would have been able to find him very much sooner.
"Yes, I rather fancy I have," replied Halil coolly. Musli rushed towards the prostrate form of Ali Kermesh, felt him all over very carefully, and then turned towards the hearth where the others were sitting. "Dead he is, there is no doubt about it. He's as dead as a door-nail. Well, Halil, that was a fine blow of yours I must say. By the Prophet! one does not see a blow like that every day.
At this all the Janissaries arose, and one of them stepping forward said: "Halil is right. We agree with all that he has said." The Grand Vizier did not know whether he was standing on his head or his heels. Kaplan Giraj wrathfully thrust his sword back again into its scabbard. All the Janissary officers evidently were on Halil Patrona's side.
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