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"I only wish to read the firman to Cousrouf myself." "Let it be as you desire, sarechsme. If you ask this as a reward for your faithful services, it is a petty one indeed; you are, however, I believe, soon to receive a much greater one. When Courschid enters Cairo, he will appoint you a pacha of two tails." Mohammed hastily averted his face, and made no reply.
Youssouf Bey comes first at the head of three thousand Turks, and the sarechsme, Mohammed Ali, follows him with five thousand men. In addition to these, Taher Pacha is also advancing with his forces; if they all unite, it is impossible that we should be victorious, and yet we must be victorious." At last, intelligence is brought that L'Elfi Bey is advancing.
He knew that Butheita had remained in the other apartment and heard his words. She quickly went to him, profound sorrow depicted in her charming countenance. "They would laugh at you, sarechsme? Oh, how sorry I should be to have them do so! True, it is unpleasant to be a prisoner. Yet, you must know that my father is highly esteemed; he is the first man of the village.
Bardissi recognizes the officer and joyously greets him, and Sheik Arnhyn, who rides at his side. "There comes the brave sarechsme, Mohammed Ali; he keeps his word, and comes to unite his forces with ours." "A hearty welcome, Mohammed Ali; a hearty welcome from me, and from all of us!" "A warm greeting to you, Bardissi!" cried Mohammed, extending his hand.
"You have heard it, soldiers: you are to be paid to-morrow. And now go!" But no one moved; they stood still, grumbling in low tones. "What," cried the sarechsme, with sparkling eyes, "you dare to remain when I have told you to go! Do you distrust the promise of Osman Bey Bardissi, and of your general? Go, I tell you! You are to be paid to-morrow. Therefore, go and wait!"
"Pity me not, Butheita," murmured he. "To be the prisoner of a man would put the sarechsme to shame; but to be the prisoner of a houri of paradise, who holds him in sweet captivity, is, it seems to me, an enviable lot." "You speak prettily, O stranger," said she, her countenance beaming with delight. "Your words come like music from your lips; such sweet words I never heard before.
"I might as well have told you at the door, for father could not have heard it, although he could see us." "Speak, Butheita, what did you wish to say? Speak!" "I have forgotten, sarechsme. But I believe I wished to thank you for saying you had not found it dull here. It seems to me that only a moment has passed since I saw you yesterday, and yet it is an eternity.
As he had said, in the broad light of day, and accompanied by his soldiers, the sarechsme repaired to the citadel. An ominous cry resounded from their lips as they stood before the gateway, and this cry was heard in the apartment of the viceroy. "We demand our pay! We want bread, we want money!" This was the soldiers' cry.
"Do you now understand, O sarechsme, why I caused you to be abducted from your camp by my friend Sheik Arnhyn? I did it partly on my own account, and partly out of friend ship for you. You look at me inquiringly; you do not understand! I will explain. Intelligence had been brought to me that, should Youssouf Bey be defeated, you were to march rapidly to his assistance.
These are soldiers!" said he to himself, stepping to the door of the antechamber, and beckoning to a slave. "What is the meaning of this uproar?" "I know not, sarechsme. Shall I go down to inquire?" "Go down, mingle with the crowd, and find out what it means, and then return to me as quickly as possible." The Nubian hastened to do his master's bidding. Mohammed continued to walk to and fro.
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