Then he gave him his signet-ring in which his name was engraved, and the Kizlar-Aga stamped the doc.u.ment therewith, and then handed back the signet-ring to the Sultan.
The Grand Vizier, meanwhile, was walking backwards and forwards in the garden of the Seraglio. The Kizlar-Aga came there in search of him, and with him were the envoys of Halil Patrona, Suleiman, whom he had made Reis-Effendi, Orli, and Sulali. Elhaj Beshir approached him in their presence, and kissing the doc.u.ment signed by the Sultan, handed it to him.
Damad Ibrahim pressed the writing to his forehead and his lips, and, after carefully reading it through, handed it back again, and taking from his finger the great seal of the Empire gave it to the Kizlar-Aga.
"May he who comes after me be wiser and happier than I have been," said he. "Greet the Sultan from me once more. And as for you, tell Halil Patrona that you have seen the door of the Hall of the Executioners close behind the back of Damad Ibrahim."
With that the Grand Vizier looked about him in search of someone to escort him thither, when suddenly a kajkji leaped to his side and begged that he might be allowed to lead the Grand Vizier to the Hall of Execution.
This sailor-man had just such a long grey beard as the Grand Vizier himself.
"How dost thou come to know me?" inquired Damad Ibrahim of the old man.
"Why we fought together, sir, beneath Belgrade, when both of us were young fellows together."
"What is thy name?
"Manoli."
"I remember thee not."
"But I remember thee, for thou didst release me from captivity, and didst cherish me when I was wounded."
"And therefore thou wouldst lead me to the executioner? I thank thee, Manoli!"
All this was spoken while they were pa.s.sing through the garden on their way to the fatal chamber into which Manoli disappeared with the Grand Vizier.
The Kizlar-Aga and the messengers of the insurgents waited till Manoli came forth again. He came out, covering his face with his hands, no doubt he was weeping. The Grand Vizier remained inside.
"To-morrow you shall see his dead body," said the Kizlar-Aga to the new Reis-Effendi, and with that he sent him and his comrade back to Halil.
"We would rather have had them alive," said the ex-ciaus, so suddenly become one of the chief dignitaries of the state.
That same evening Halil sent back Sulali with the message that the Chief Mufti might go free.
The old man quitted his comrades about midnight, and day had scarce dawned when he was summoned once more to the presence of the Grand Seignior.
All night long the Kizlar-Aga tormented Achmed with the saying of the Reis-Effendi: "We would rather have them alive!"
"No, no," said the Sultan, "we will not have them delivered up alive. It shall not be in the power of the people to torture and tear them to pieces. Rather let them die in my palace, an easy, instantaneous death, without fear and scarce a pang of pain, wept and mourned for by their friends."
"Then hasten on their deaths, dread sir, lest the morning come and they be demanded while still alive."
"Tarry a while, I say, wait but for the morning. You would not surely kill them at night! At night the gates of Heaven are shut. At night the phantoms of darkness are let loose. You would not slay any living creature at night! Wait till the day dawns."
The first ray of light had scarce appeared on the horizon when the Kizlar-Aga once more stood before the Sultan.
"Master, the day is breaking."
"Call hither the mufti and Sulali!"
Both of them speedily appeared.
"Convey death to those who are already doomed."
Sulali and the mufti fell down on their knees.
"Wherefore this haste, O my master?" cried the aged mufti, bitterly weeping as he kissed the Sultan"s feet.
"Because the rebels wish them to be surrendered alive."
"So it is," observed the Kizlar-Aga by way of corroboration, "the whole s.p.a.ce in front of the kiosk is filled with the insurgents."
The Sultan almost collapsed with horror.
"Hasten, hasten! lest they fall into their hands alive."
"Oh, sir," implored Sulali, "let me first go down with the Imam of the Aja Sophia to see whether the street really is filled with rebels or not!"
The Sultan signified that they might go.
Sulali, Ha.s.san, and Ispirizade thereupon hastened through the gate of the Seraglio down to the open s.p.a.ce before the kiosk, but not a living soul did they find there. Not satisfied with merely looking about them, they wished to persuade themselves that the insurgents were approaching the Seraglio from some other direction by a circuitous way.
Meanwhile the Sultan was counting the moments and growing impatient at the prolonged absence of his messengers.
"They have had time enough to cover the distance to the kiosk and back twice over," remarked the Kizlar-Aga. "No doubt they have fallen into the hands of the rebels who are holding them fast so that they may not be able to bring any tidings back."
The Sultan was in despair.
"Hasten, hasten then!" said he to the Kizlar-Aga, and with that he fled away into his inner apartments.
Ten minutes later Sulali and the Iman returned, and announced that there was not a soul to be seen anywhere and no sign of anyone threatening the Seraglio.
Then the Kizlar-Aga led them down to the gate. A cart drawn by two oxen was standing there, and the top of it was covered with a mat of rushes.
He drew aside a corner of this mat, and by the uncertain light of dawn they saw before them three corpses, the Kiaja"s, the Kapudan"s, and the Grand Vizier"s.
Happy Gul-Bejaze sits in Halil"s lap and dreamily allows herself to be cradled in his arms. Through the windows of the splendid palace penetrate the shouts of triumph which hail Halil as Lord, for the moment, of the city of Stambul and the whole Ottoman Empire.
Gul-Bejaze tremulously whispers in Halil"s ear how much she would prefer to dwell in a simple, lonely little hut in Anatolia instead of there in that splendid palace.
Halil smooths away the luxuriant locks from his wife"s forehead, and makes her tell him once more the full tale of all those revolting incidents which befell her in the Seraglio, in the captivity of the Kapudan"s house, and in the dungeon for dishonourable women. Why should he keep on arousing hatred and vengeance?
The woman told him everything with a shudder. At her husband"s feet, right in front of them, stood three baskets full of flowers. Halil had given them to her as a present.
But at the bottom of the baskets were still more precious gifts.
He draws forward the first basket and sweeps away the flowers. A b.l.o.o.d.y head is at the bottom of the basket.