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Updated: June 25, 2025
The public crier remained in the middle of the bazaar alone with the slave-girl; the chapmen had not only retired into their shops but barred the doors behind them. "Much obliged to you; but we would not accept such a piece of good luck even as a gift," they seemed to say. Only one man still remained in front of his shop, and that was Halil Patrona.
Halil Patrona now lost not a moment in locking up his shop, and taking the odalisk by the hand led her away with him to his poor lonely dwelling-place. All the way thither the girl never uttered a word. On reaching the house Halil made the girl sit down by the hearth, and then addressed her in a tender, kindly voice. "Here is my house, whatever you see in it is mine and yours.
Musli felt his courage rising many degrees since he began bawling at a Grand Vizier. "Halil Patrona commands it to be done," he bellowed in Kabakulak's ear. The Vizier threw back his head. "Come, come, my son!" said he, "don't shout in my ear like that, just as if I were deaf. What did you say it was that Halil Patrona begs of me?"
"What is the name of this man?"? "Halil Patrona." "And what happened after that?" "The man took the girl home, whose beauty, of a truth, was likely to turn the head of anybody. He knew not what had happened to her at the Seraglio, in the kiosks of the Kiaja Beg and the Grand Vizier, Ibrahim Damad and in the harem of the White Prince.
The whole household, from the Patrona and her guests to the Indian mothers with their children from the kitchen precincts, gathered to watch the slow unloading of the purchases. Slow, indeed, seemed the process to the eager children of the family. Except on horseback for a short dash, the Californian never hurried. For a journey the usual gait was a little jog trot, hardly faster than a walk.
With desperate self-forgetfulness he had been drinking the health of his friend all night long, and never ceased bawling out before his old cronies in front of the tent of the Janissary Aga that if the Aga, whose name was Hassan, was indeed as valiant a man as they tried to make out, let him come forth from beneath his tent and not think so much of his soft bearskin bed, or else let him give his white heron plume to Halil Patrona and let him lead them against the enemy.
Each of them strictly observed the day in his own peculiar manner. But Fate had prepared for the people at large a very different sort of observance. Early in the morning, at sunrise, seventeen Janissaries were standing in front of the mosque of Bajazid with Halil Patrona at their head.
She desired me to think myself patrona del casa, and offered me all the services in her power, to wait on me where I pleased, &c. They have the finest palace in Venice. What is very convenient, I hear it is not at all expected I should make any dinners, it not being the fashion for anybody to do it here but the foreign ministers; and I find I can live here very genteelly on my allowance.
"Whose is that palace, I say?" inquired Halil once more, angrily shaking his head. Then many of them understood the force of the question and exclaimed: "Thine, O Halil Patrona!"
"The Padishah assures thee through me of his grace and favour, and of his own good pleasure appoints thee Beglerbeg of Rumelia." And with that a couple of dülbendars advanced with the costly kaftan of investiture. Halil Patrona reflected for an instant. The Sultan indeed had always been gracious towards him. He evidently wanted to favour him with an honourable way of retreat.
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