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"Come, then, my men, let us go," cried Mohammed. The tschorbadji detained him a moment. "Will you not take a weapon, you are entirely unarmed?" "Yes, I will take a weapon. Not that I fear for myself; no, I have no fear; but I will make one more combatant against the rebels. Give me a sword and a pistol." The tschorbadji himself brought both to him, and then bade him farewell.
It was a splendid sight the tall, proud man as he stood in the widely-opened door; the richly-dressed slaves at his side, and behind him his secretary, in white, gold-embroidered robe, holding the staff aloft. The tschorbadji stepped toward him with a respectful air and a forced smile. Osman arose slowly from the divan, and bowed profoundly before his excellency.
You are a father, too, Mohammed, and you know how a father loves his child." "I do, tschorbadji," replied he, "and as a father I beg you to look after my children sometimes.
You act ungenerously." "Dear sir, forgive her, forgive her bold words!" said the tschorbadji, addressing in earnest tones the pacha, whose eager gaze was still fixed on the maiden. It seemed as though her anger had power to excite his sympathy and admiration. "It is of no moment," said he, haughtily: "I pray you, tschorbadji, withdraw into the adjoining room.
I have received my authority from the tschorbadji, and I demand submission from you!" "Submission to you!" exclaimed the sheik, with a contemptuous glance. Mohammed's eyes flashed fiercely, as he placed his hand threateningly on his pistol. "Yes, you the sheik, must yield to me. See! there are the others who dared to revolt. -Guard the sheik well, you men; the ulemas also!"
He nodded to his father, and without awaiting his answer turned and went hastily to his apartments, to put on his uniform. The tschorbadji looked after him sadly. "If I could only discover what secret purpose induces my son to play the soldier! I will ask Mohammed, and also request him to watch over my son."
With a kindly look, he again held out his pale, attenuated hand, and Mohammed felt that warm tears were trickling down his cheeks, and that somehow he could not speak while the pale handsome boy was looking at him so entreatingly. He took Osman's hand and pressed heartily in his own. "I accept the money from Tschorbadji Hassan," said he, in low, soft tones.
If she should tell him, he would command her to return to her father's harem, there to await in patience the fate Allah should have in store for his children. No, she cannot approach him, cannot brave his questioning; she would then be compelled to disobey him, for her father's life must and shall be preserved. The tschorbadji stood in the lower hall.
The sheik called together a council of the oldest men of the village and the ulemas, and informed them that the tschorbadji was compelled to lay a double tax on them at this time because, although his own expenses had been greater, he was obliged to forward the usual amount to Stamboul. New roads had been built; besides that, the tobacco-crop had failed, and new public buildings had been erected.
In the first place, we are not savages, but very respectable and considerable people; and secondly, I trust I am not receiving enemies here, with whom it is necessary to smoke the pipe of peace." "Certainly not, but very faithful friends and devoted servants, who have come to bid you a last farewell." "You are right, tschorbadji, a last farewell, I trust," said the pacha, laughing.
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