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Updated: June 3, 2025
The next morning, when Janaki awoke and descended to Halil, he gave him a piece of money which they call a golden denarius. "Take this piece of money, worthy Chorbadshi," said he, "and if you will permit me to remain beneath your roof this day also, prepare therewith a mid-day meal for us both."
Early next morning Janaki gave another golden denarius to Halil. "Fetch me writing materials!" said he, "for I want to write a letter to someone, and then with God's help I will quit your house and pursue my way further." Halil departed, went a-bargaining in the bazaar, and returned with what he had been sent for. He calculated his outlay to a penny in the presence of his guest.
He could not hear a word of Musli's last demand. Musli drew nearer to him, and making a speaking-trumpet out of his hands, bawled in his ear: "Janaki I am talking about." "Yes, yes! I hear, I hear. You want him to be allowed to provide the Sultan's kitchen with the flesh of bullocks and sheep. So be it! He shall have the charge."
Now Musli was drunk with wine, Gül-Bejáze and Halil Patrona were drunk with love, so that not one of them had any exception to take to the stranger's words. Janaki was the only sober man among them, neither wine nor love had any attraction for him, and therefore he whispered in the ear of Halil: "For all you know this stranger may be a spy or a thief!" "What an idea!"
"Who would even dare to think of such a thing, Halil?" "I would if my daughter were detained in the harem against her will and against mine also. But that is not at all in your line, Janaki.
With these words he cast Janaki from him, approached the damsel and seized her hand. Halil never once relaxed his embrace. "Come with me!" "Blessed Mary! Blessed Mary!" moaned the girl. "Your guardian saints are powerless to help you now, for your husband's lips have touched you; come with me!" Then only did Halil speak.
"And why may I not sleep at your house?" "Because you must know that there are now two of us in the house I and my slave-girl." "That will not matter a bit, Halil. I will sleep on the roof, and you take the slave-girl down with you into the house." "It cannot be so, Janaki! it cannot be." "Why can it not be?"
And now Janaki sent the slave he had brought with him to the pastry-cook's while Musli skipped homewards and brought with him a tambourine of chased silver, which he could beat right cunningly and also accompany it with a voice not without feeling; and thus Halil's bridal evening flowed pleasantly away with an accompaniment of wine and music and kisses.
And now old Janaki also drew nigh. His face was smiling, but whenever he opened his mouth his words were sad and gloomy. All joy vanished from his life the moment he was made a voivode, just as if he felt that only Death could relieve him of that dignity. He had a peculiar joy in perpetually prophesying evil things.
The balance he returned to Janaki. As for Janaki he went up on to the roof again, there wrote and sealed his letter, and thrust it beneath the carpet, and then laying hold of his stick again, entreated Halil, with many thanks for his hospitality, to direct him to the Pera road whence, he said, he could find his way along by himself.
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