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Updated: June 25, 2025


"Greet Halil Patrona in my name," said the Sultan, "and tell him that I will satisfy all his just demands, if he promises to dismiss his forces immediately afterwards." The Chaszeki Aga and Sulali Hassan, with the twenty bostanjis, forced their way through the thick crowd which thronged the streets till they reached the central mosque.

"My father!" could be heard from time to time amidst their sobs. Halil could only gaze at them open-mouthed. But Janaki, still remaining on his knees, raised his hands to Heaven, and gave thanks to God for guiding his footsteps to this spot. "Allah Akbar! The Lord be praised!" said Patrona in his turn, and he drew nearer to them. "So her whom you have so long sought after you find in my house, eh?

All around sat the Spahi and Janissary officers with their swords in their hands. The plot was well contrived, the whole affair was bound to be over in a few minutes. The popular deputies arrived; there were seven-and-twenty of them, not including Halil Patrona. The Janissary officers were sixty in number.

The Patrona removed her arms, which embraced her daughters, for a moment to cross herself and wring her hands hurriedly. She moaned a little louder. "Oh! Gian' Battista, why art thou not here? Oh! why art thou not here?" She was not then invoking the saint himself, but calling upon Nostromo, whose patron he was.

They all regarded the Kapudan Pasha with fear and wonder. How had he got here? Not one of them dared to draw a sword against him, yet not one of them submitted, and everyone of them felt that Patrona was badly wanted here. The banner of the insurgents was waving in the midst of the piazza. Abdi Pasha rode straight towards it.

The Grand Vizier, the Chief Mufti, the Kapudan Pasha, and the Kiaja must come along with me." And while he told their names, one after the other, the Padishah did not so much as look at one of them. The names of these four men were all written up on the corners of the street. The heads of these four men had been demanded by the people and by Halil Patrona.

Ambitious, world-disturbing were the thoughts which ran riot in the brain of Halil Patrona thoughts meet for no mere mortal. Poor indeed are the thoughts of man. He piles world upon world, and sets about building for the ages, and then a light breath of air strikes upon that which he has built and it becomes dust. Wherefore, then, does man take thought for the morrow?

They were all fully convinced that Achmed would first sacrifice them all and then fall himself. Halil Patrona was already the master of Stambul. The rebel leaders had assembled together in the central mosque, and from thence distributed their commands. Inside the Seraglio none knew anything of the position of affairs.

"Don't twist my words, you old owl!" said Musli, naturally sotto voce. Then raising his voice, he added, "Halil Patrona wants Dzhanum Choja appointed Kapudan Pasha." "Good, good, my son! just the very thing I wanted done myself; that has been resolved upon long ago, so you may go away home." "Go away indeed! not yet! Then Wallachia wants a new voivode."

Everyone of the bayaderes dancing among the people has something to say in praise of her. Some of them she had cared for in sickness, others she had comforted in their distress, to all of them she had been kind and gentle. And then, too, it was she who had restored them their liberty, for was it not on her account that Halil Patrona had set them all free? Everyone hastened up to her.

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