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Updated: June 14, 2025
Always in reserve, always the last resort in doubtful battle, always the arm with which the Sultans struck the finishing blow, the Janissaries thus summoned to take up the assault were in discipline, spirit, and splendor of appearance the elite corps of the martial world. Riding to the front, the Aga halted to communicate Mahommed's orders. Down the columns the speech was passed.
The Count lost no time in sending for the stranger, who presented him a package sealed and enveloped in oriental style, only on the upper side there was a tughra, or imperial seal, which he at once recognized as Mahommed's. With eager fingers he took off the silken wraps, and found a note in translation as follows: "Mahommed the Sultan to Ugo, Count Corti, formerly Mirza the Emir.
"Nay, my Lord," said the insidious counsellor, with a smile, "how do kings manage to be everywhere at the same time?" "They have their Ambassadors. But I am not a king." "Not yet a king" the speaker laid stress upon the adverb "nevertheless public representation is one thing; secret agency another." Mahommed's voice sank almost to a whisper. "Wilt thou accept this agency?"
The retirement of the hordes at sight of the Panagia on the wall was by Mahommed's order. His wilfulness extended to his love he did not intend the Princess Irene should suffer harm. The artillery of Mahommed had been effective, though not to the same degree, elsewhere than at St. Romain.
Faithfully, as bidden, Mirza sallied from the White Castle the night of his appointment to the agency in Constantinople. He spoke to no one of his intention, for he well knew secrecy was the soul of the enterprise. For the same reason, he bought of a dervish travelling with the Lord Mahommed's suite a complete outfit, including the man's donkey and donkey furniture.
Having frequently to hold council with their officials, into the tent or hall of ceremony they bring their utmost riches. The lesson is open to my Lord." So when his leaders of men were ushered into the audience, the interior of Mahommed's tent was extravagantly furnished, and their prostrations were at the step of a throne.
The second recall of the Emir Mirza departing with the appointment for the Prince of India was remarkable, considering Mahommed's usual quickness of conclusion and steadiness of purpose; and the accounting for it is noteworthy.
Mahommed's ears endured a wrench, and for a time he heard nothing; but he was too intent following the flight of the ball to mind whether the report of the gun died on the heights of Galata or across the Bosphorus at Scutari. He saw the blackened sphere pass between the towers flanking the gate, and speed on into the city how far, or with what effect, he could not tell, nor did he care.
By this time it had become a general report that the net about his neck was a favor of the Princess Irene, and his battle cry confirmed it For God and Irene! Bursting through the half-formed opposition, he passed to the rear of the guns, and planted his banderole at the door of Mahommed's tent. Had his men held together, he might have returned with a royal prisoner.
The men of Mahommed's party desired that they might be expelled, and Mahommed, in a fit of drunken fury, at once ordered them to be MASSACRED. His men, eager for murder and plunder, immediately started upon their bloody errand, and surrounding the unsuspecting colony, they fired the huts and killed EVERY MAN, including the chief, Owine; capturing the women and children as slaves.
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