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Updated: May 13, 2025
"Come with confidence to us," replied Maldar, earnestly. "In the citadel I will discuss your son's ransom with you." "Do not go, master," cried Coucou; "they are laying a trap for you." Monte-Cristo strode, nevertheless, toward the door. "Maldar," the count cried aloud, "I am here." The door was opened. Monte-Cristo went into a large courtyard. Maldar was waiting for him.
"So you thought to escape me, did you, son of Monte-Cristo?" said the Sultan, with a mocking laugh and a fiendish light in big eyes. "By the beard of the Prophet, your presumption is unbounded! But you are mine, and no power on earth can save you now!"
They had caught up to the count, when he suddenly vanished from their gaze. To the bystanders it seemed as if a wall had opened to give him protection. But soon the riddle was solved. The wall through which the Count of Monte-Cristo had escaped belonged to the Vertelli house, and all the officers knew that the building contained several secret passages.
Fanfaro heard through him that Spero had not left the Monte-Cristo palace for three days, and could not imagine what was the cause of it. Anselmo now began to groan. Fanfaro bent over the invalid, and thought he heard the words: "My daughter my poor child ah, is she dead?" "Who is dead?" asked Fanfaro. "Ah, she plunged into the water she is drowned," groaned Anselmo.
A few moments later the Count, Zuleika and Ali were safely deposited on the Haydée's deck and the gallant little vessel turned her prow towards the Italian coast. Monte-Cristo and his daughter, with Ali at a short distance from them, stood closely watching the fast disappearing island. The Count was more agitated and paler than he had yet been.
In an instant he returned. His face had the pallor of wax. Monte-Cristo leaped nervously to his feet and stood staring at him, his countenance wearing an expression of intense anguish. "Well?" said he, in an unsteady voice. Fanfar was breathless with excitement and terror. When he could find words, he said: "The lad is gone!"
The old man lowered his lamp and held it close to his famous visitor's face; then he joyfully exclaimed: "Welcome, Edmond Dantès, Count of Monte-Cristo! Welcome to the abode of your devoted servant Israel Absalom! Whatever he can do to serve you shall be done, no matter at what cost!"
Albert de Morcerf, Espérance and M. and Mme. Morrel, Mercédès and the Morcerfs having come post-haste to Rome to take part in the auspicious event. Monte-Cristo gave his daughter the dowry of a Princess and his liberality was fully matched by that of the Count Massetti who settled upon Giovanni a fortune equal to that of some oriental potentate.
As they were sitting thus, the Alcyon received a sudden and violent shock that shook the noble yacht from stem to stern. Instantly there was a sound of hurrying feet on deck, and the captain could be heard shouting hoarsely to the sailors. Monte-Cristo leaped up and caught Haydée in his arms. At that moment Ali darted down the companion-way and stood trembling before his master.
With these words he closed the door of the cell and Monte-Cristo found himself alone with Peppino. All the light that made its way into the gloomy cell came through a small grated window high up in the wall, placed at such a distance from the floor that no prisoner could reach it even by climbing upon his bedstead. The walls and ceiling were of stone.
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