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Updated: June 4, 2025
While they were thus enjoying themselves there suddenly came a heavy knock at the gate. "It is my husband, the Pasha," cried the lady. "What shall I do? If he finds you here, he will kill you! I am so frightened." The Hodja was frightened too. Again there came a knock at the gate.
So I came to the box of a young scribe with beautiful eyes." "A young man with beautiful eyes," shouted the Pasha. "Where is he? I'll kill him!" and he drew his sword. The Hodja in the chest heard every word and trembled in every limb. "Be patient, Pasha Effendi; I said I had an adventure, and you did not believe me.
On approaching Ahmet, the first words she said, in her excitement, were: "Oh learned Hodja, you are a great and good man. Have compassion on my weakness and do not expose me to the wrath of my husband! I will do such penance as you may order, and bless you five times daily as long as I live." "How can I save you?" innocently asked Ahmet. "What is decreed is decreed!"
Such knowledge had he of human nature that by a glance at his pupil he could at once tell how long it would take him to learn a quarter of the Koran. He was known over the whole Empire as the best reciter and imparter of the Sacred Writings of the Prophet. For many years this Hodja, famed far and wide as the Hodja of Hodjas, had taught in this little school.
On the following day, the young man again went to the woods, and the birds chirped him the doleful tale, that on the following day he would die. In tears the young man went to the Hodja for advice. "Oh Hodja Effendi! Alas! What am I to do? The birds have told me that to-morrow I must die."
The Hodja was overcome at his own words and trembled with fear, convinced that his last hour had arrived. The Dervish lay stretched upon his back on the grass like one dead. At last the Hodja took courage. Breaking a twig from off the tree, he threw it down upon the Dervish's face, but the Dervish made no sign.
Protect one of your faithful followers," cried the frightened Hodja, and he looked around to see if there was any one to rescue him from his perilous position. But not a soul was to be seen, and the walls of the city were five miles distant. Just then the howl of the Dervish again reached his ear, and in terror he flew, he knew not whither.
On and on he came, his wild yell sending the blood, from very fear, to unknown parts of the poor Hodja's body and leaving his face as yellow as a melon. To his utter dismay, the Hodja saw the Dervish approach the tree and sit down under its shade. Sighing deeply, the Dervish said in a loud voice, "Why have I come into this world? Why were my forefathers born? Why was anybody born? Oh, Allah!
Moreover, the letter is a long one, and I cannot stand here while it is being written. The Hodja was overcome with admiration for his fair client, and surprised at the invitation. He was enchanted, his heart beat wildly, and so great was his agitation that his reply of acquiescence was scarcely audible. The invitation had more than the charm of novelty to make it attractive.
He threw the key on the floor and left the harem, slamming the door behind him. After he had gone, the lady took up the key, unlocked the door, and let out the trembling Hodja. "Go now, Hodja, to your box," she said. "Take down your sign and write instead: 'The wit of woman is twofold the wit of man, for I am a woman, and in one day I have fooled two men."
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