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Updated: June 7, 2025
Here Pelivan finally ran it to earth, seized it, hauled it off to the Kiaja, and duly delivered the message of the Janissaries, together with the twelve-pound cannon-ball, at the same time reminding him that it was an old habit of the Janissaries to accompany their messages with similar little douceurs.
Fortunately for Halil Patrona, however, he did not raise his face while the suite of the Lords of the Universe swept past him, for otherwise it might have happened that Halil Pelivan, who went before the Sultan with a drawn broadsword, might have recognised him, and certainly nobody would have taken particular trouble to inquire why the Janissary had split in two the head of this or that pedlar who happened to come in his way.
At last Patrona stepped forth and begged his comrades to let him have his say in the matter. "Hearken now, Pelivan!" began he, "you and I are adversaries I know very well, nor do I care a straw that it is so.
Let him come hither!" This sentiment was greeted with an approving howl. "Let him come hither if he wants to talk to a Janissary!" cried many voices. "Who ever heard of summoning a Janissary away from his camp?" It was as much as Pelivan could do to restrain his fury. "You two are murderers," said he, "you have killed the Sultan's Berber-Bashi." At this there was a general outburst of laughter.
Pelivan, overpowered by drink and the concussion of his fall, slumbered off where he lay, while Patrona with his guest, who was already half-dead with fright, hastened to reach his dwelling. After traversing a labyrinth of narrow, meandering lanes, and zig-zagging backwards and forwards through all kinds of gardens and rookeries, Halil Patrona arrived at last at his own house.
In the course of his wanderings, he suddenly came upon the place where three days previously he had had his tussle with Halil Pelivan. He recognised the spot at once. A small dab of blood, the remains of what had flowed from the giant's head, was still there in the middle of the lane, and on the wall of the house opposite both their names were written.
When they had well eaten and drunken moreover, Pelivan supplied them with as much opium as they wanted.
The Janissary Aga could hear this bellowing quite plainly, but he also could hear the Janissary guard in front of the tent laughing loudly at the fellow and making all he said unintelligible. Meanwhile a troop of mounted ciauses was approaching the kettle of the first Janissary regiment in whose leader we recognise Halil Pelivan.
"Mine also is Halil." "Mine is Halil Pelivan Halil the Wrestler!" "Mine is Halil Patrona." By this time the Janissary was beside himself with rage at so much opposition. "Thou worm! thou crossed-leg, crouching huckster, thou pack-thread pedlar! if thou dost not let me go immediately, I will cut off thy hands, thy feet, thine ears, and thy nose, and then hang thee up."
At these words Halil drew forth from his girdle a dagger which he had secreted there, and hurled it with such force at Pelivan that the sharp point pierced his left shoulder. But the next moment he was felled to the ground by a mortal blow. While still on his knees he raised his eyes to Heaven and said: "It is the will of Allah."
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