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Updated: May 9, 2025
"Yes, highness, I lay all at your feet; and all that I am I wish to receive at your hands." "Well, then, if your destiny rests with me, I must promote the bim bashi to a higher dignity. From this moment the bim bashi is the sarechsme, the general of the Albanian troops. You are their countryman, and you shall be their leader."
Yes, sarechsme, he fled secretly through the back gate of the citadel into the desert with his faithful body-guard and his women." "And Taber Pacha?" asks Mohammed, eagerly. "Taber Pacha has proclaimed himself caimacan. On my way here I met the cadi of the sheiks going to the citadel to present the robe of fur to the caimacan, in token of their recognition."
She still gazed upon the upturned countenance of her prisoner, now lighted up by the rosy light of the morning sun; she is struck with the tone of his voice, and is surprised to learn that the sarechsme is not dejected at his captivity. "You rejoice," said she, smiling, and again displaying her beautiful teeth. "You rejoice over your captivity."
With a military greeting, Mohammed Ali entered, and advanced toward the viceroy, who, on this occasion, received him standing, and not indolently reclining on his cushions, as was his habit; he even stepped forward to meet him, extending his hand, and saluting more cordially than usual. "Sarechsme, when we last met, it was in anger. This I have deeply regretted, for you know what I think of you."
And again, as on the occasion of a former conference, the consul takes his departure before the dawn of day. The governor's secretary remains with Mohammed. He still has a document to present to him, and Mohammed's eyes sparkle as he reads it. "I have but one further request to make of his excellency." "What is it, sarechsme? I am instructed to comply with your wishes in all things."
We saw this at Aboukir, and I think have aroused indignation in your gallant heart to see them massacre so many of our noblest beys through vile trickery and treachery. I can well understand that you cannot admit this while you are a sarechsme of the Turks; yet, be one of us, Mohammed Ali. Confess to yourself that the Turks are waging an unjust war, and that treachery is their favorite weapon.
She takes her father's arm, and, without looking at the man who walks close behind him, draws the sheik quickly to the tent. But Mohammed, with a proud and grave expression of countenance, advances to meet them. Butheita now hardly recognizes, in the haughty sarechsme, with his imperious bearing, the stranger, who is no longer a stranger to her heart. "Speak, sheik!
"She has not yet followed to his tent him who has kissed her, and made her his wife?" "No, sarechsme, she is still in her father's tent, and there, she says, she will remain. Many fine young men have wooed her, for she has been made rich by the spoils her father gathered on the plain of Damanhour. Yes, Arnhyn will give his daughter a rich dowry, and there are wooers enough.
Taher smiled graciously. "And now receive my first instructions, sarechsme. Send messengers to the Mameluke beys, I desire to make peace with them; I wish them to be my friends. We have had bloodshed enough. United with the Mamelukes, we shall be able to defy our Turkish enemies." "I am of the same opinion," replied Mohammed, bowing profoundly. "Then carry out my instructions at once."
His Nubian slave now enters and announces to his master that the sarechsme, Mohammed Ali, stands without, awaiting his pleasure. Cousrouf's countenance quickly assumes a friendly expression. "Leave me, defterdar, and await me in the next room. I shall not detain the sarechsme long." The defterdar withdrew, and the Nubian slave opened the door to admit the general.
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