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Updated: May 25, 2025
Komel was thinking of the strange vicissitudes of her life, of her lost lover, of the dear cottage where she was born, and the happy home from which she had been so ruthlessly torn by violent hands. It was an hour for quiet thoughtfulness, and her innocent bosom heaved with almost audible motion as it realized the scene and her own memories.
"Your story interests me," said the Sultan, still regarding him intently. "It is very simple, excellency, but alas! it is also very true," was the reply. "What name do you bear?" "Aphiz Adegah, excellency!" "And what was her name of whom you have spoken?" "Her name was Komel."
Still preserving that calm self-possession which a full consciousness of his power imparted, he smiled instead of frowning upon her, and said: "You are heated now; to-morrow, or perhaps the next day, you may come to me, and I trust that you will then be in a better humor than at present." Komel bowed coldly at the intimation, while her expression told how bitterly she felt towards him.
No one feared your gentle brother's loss years ago, and yet one day he woke happy and cheerful, and went forth to play, but never came back again." "You speak too truly," answered the beautiful girl with a sigh, "and yet because harm came to him, it is no reason that it should come to me, dear Aphiz." "Still the fear that aught may happen to separate us is enough to make me sad, Komel."
"And what end do you propose to yourself that this deed has been done?" she asked, after a few moments' pause, during which the Sultan had regarded her most intently, and, if possible, with increased interest, at the picture she now presented of startled and spirited energy. "You told me, Komel, that you loved him, did you not?" he asked. "I did."
"I shall never leave the city alone," replied the prisoner, with firmness. "Is that your answer?" "As well thus perhaps as any way. I shall never leave this city without Komel." "But if you remain it may cost you your life," continued the stranger. "I do not fear death," replied the Circassian, with the utmost coolness. "A painful and degrading death," suggested the agent, earnestly. "I care not.
He had loved Komel truly, had told her so, and had been gently refused her own affection by her; but still he persevered, until the love he had borne her had turned to something very unlike love, and he resolved in his heart that if she loved not him, neither should she marry Aphiz.
The Sultan had reasoned that if Komel knew Aphiz Adegah to be dead, she would after awhile recover from the shock, and gradually forgetting him, receive his own regard instead of that of the young mountaineer, as he would have her do voluntarily; for he felt, as much as he coveted her favor, that he could never claim her for a wife unless it was with her own consent and free will.
One there was among the young mountaineers, Aphiz Adegah, whose whole life and soul seemed bound up in the lovely Komel, as she was called. Neither was more than eighteen; indeed Komel was not so old, for but sixteen full summers had passed over her head.
And now as he looked upon Komel, he thought he could read some such spirit in the expression of the beautiful slave before him, and he was right! Dark thoughts seemed to be struggling even in her gentle breast, when she realized that Aphiz was no more, and that his murderer was before her. Nothing in reality could be more gentle than the loving disposition of the slave.
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