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Updated: May 23, 2025
The words of the tschorbadji, humbly and respectfully as they were spoken, rankled in the sensitive soul of the proud pacha. He started, and his brow darkened. He had partaken of the tschorbadji's hospitality, and had never thanked him for it, and never returned it.
No, not dead, he is only insensible. Bring water, wet his temples, cool his forehead!" Allah be praised! He moves, he lives! Yes, he lives, and he bounds suddenly to his feet, and he gazes around with the expression not of a man, but of a tiger. He then utters a cry so fearful, so terrible a cry, that the tschorbadji's heart is filled with anxiety and compassion.
She is very young, younger than you; my young friend Mohammed numbers eighteen years, and the tschorbadji's young niece only fifteen. Take my advice, and preserve your heart until it is time to let its wings grow, and then stretch out your hand after the fair Marina." "Thanks for your advice," cried Mohammed, laughing.
All is quiet in the tschorbadji's palace, and also in the sheik's house. The windows are dark, the gate is locked. Now she will come: she has given her word; she has sworn by Allah; she has sworn by the spirit of her mother; she has sworn by all she holds sacred.
The governor arose hastily, but Cousrouf Pacha seized his arm and held him back forcibly. "Tschorbadji, it becomes your ambassador to seek you and give an account of his mission. I myself will hear him." Still holding the tschorbadji's arm, he stepped to the divan, seated himself, and drew the governor down beside him.
Come, grant me the pleasure of your company, and let me seek to soften your heart, and incline you to mercy." "Impossible," said Mohammed, sternly. "If we yield now, the tschorbadji's authority is forever lost." "But," said the tschorbadji, who joined them at that moment, "what is to come of all this, if the prisoners do not submit?"
The collectors received the tschorbadji's order, to return to Praousta with Mohammed, with bowed heads and anxious countenances. "They will murder us." groaned one of them. "They are all armed with swords and knives, and they will tear our arms from us at once."
Hitherto all have respected this boundary, and no one has dared to cross it; may the good spirits pardon the young man for venturing to do so now! He is in the garden of the harem. It is certainly dangerous to enter it, and, if the eunuchs should discover him there, they would seize him. But, fortunately, he is the tschorbadji's son, and that will protect him. He is on his father's property.
In Cavalla, also, all was now quiet. The windows of the tschorbadji's palace were dark, and silence prevailed everywhere. The governor and his son Osman had retired to rest. In the apartments occupied by Cousrouf Pacha darkness also prevails, and in the harem the blinds have been let down behind the latticed windows. One room alone is dimly lighted.
Ah, yes, I have heard something about this affair before, and now I know it is true." "What have you heard, sir? What is it that is said of me?" asked Mohammed, gravely, his countenance suddenly darkening. "Well, people ask why it is that Osman, the tschorbadji's son, is so very affectionate to you, and why the governor himself has always so distinguished you, and now made you boulouk bashi?"
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