"Whose is that?"
Gul-Bejaze, all shuddering, lisped the name of Abdi Pasha.
He cast away the flowers from the second basket, there also was a b.l.o.o.d.y head.
"And whose is that?"
"That is the Kiaja Beg"s," sobbed the terrified girl.
And now Halil brought forward the third basket, and dashing aside from it the fresh flowers, revealed to the eyes of Gul-Bejaze a grey head with a white beard, which lay with closed eyes at the bottom of the basket.
"Whose is that?" inquired Halil.
Gul-Bejaze"s tender frame shivered in the arms of the strong man who held her, as he compelled her to gaze at the b.l.o.o.d.y heads. And when she regarded the third head she shook her own in amazement.
"I do not know that one."
"Not know it! Look again and more carefully. Perchance Death has changed the expression of the features. That is Damad Ibrahim the Grand Vizier."
Gul-Bejaze regarded her husband with eyes wide-open with astonishment, and then hastened to reply:
"Truly it _is_ Damad Ibrahim. Of course, of course. Death hath disfigured his face so that I scarce knew it."
"Did I not tell thee that thou shouldst make sport with the heads of those who made sport with thy heart? Dost thou want yet more?"
"Oh, no, no, Halil. I am afraid of these also. I am afraid to look upon these dumb heads."
"Then cover them over with flowers, and thou wilt believe thou dost see flower-baskets before thee."
"Let me have them buried, Halil. Do not make me fear thee also. Thou wouldst have me go on loving thee, wouldst thou not? If only thou wouldst come with me to Anatolia, where n.o.body would know anything about us!"
"What dost thou say? Go away now when the very sun cannot set because of me, and men cannot sleep because of the sound of my name? Dost not thou also feel a desire to bathe in all this glory?"
"Oh, Halil! the rose and the palm grow up together out of the same earth, and yet the palm grows into greatness while the rose remains quite tiny. Suffer me but gently to crouch beside thee, dispense but thy love to me, and keep thy glory to thyself."
Halil tenderly embraced and kissed the woman, and buried the three baskets as she desired in the palace garden beneath three wide-spreading rosemary bushes.
Then he took leave of Gul-Bejaze, for deputies from the people now waited upon their leader, and begged him to accompany them to the mosque of Zuleima, where the Sultan"s envoys were already waiting for an answer.
In order to get to the mosque more easily and avoid the labour of forcing his way through the crowd that thronged the streets, Halil hastened to the water side, got into the first skiff he met with, and bade the sailor row him across to the Zuleima Mosque on the other side.
On the way his gaze fell upon the face of the sailor who was sitting opposite to him. It was a grey-bearded old man.
"What is thy name, worthy old man?" inquired Halil.
"My name is Manoli, your Excellency."
"Call me not Excellency! Dost thou not perceive from my raiment that I am nothing but a common Janissary?"
"Oh! I know thee better than that. Thou art Halil Patrona, whom may Allah long preserve!"
"Thou also dost seem very familiar to me. Thou hast just such a white beard as had Damad Ibrahim who was once Grand Vizier."
"I have often heard people say so, my master."
On arriving opposite the Zuleima Mosque, the boatman brought the skiff ash.o.r.e. Halil pressed a golden denarius into the old man"s palm, the old man kissed his hand for it.
Then for a long time Halil gazed into the old man"s face.
"Manoli!"
"At thy command, my master."
"Thou seest the sun rising up yonder behind the hills?"
"Yes, my master."
"Before the shadows return to the side of yon hills take care to be well behind them, and let not another dawn find thee in this city!"
The boatman bent low with his arms folded across his breast, then he disappeared in his skiff.
But Halil Patrona hastened into the mosque.
The Sultan"s amba.s.sadors were awaiting him. Sheik Suleiman came forward.
"Halil!" said he, "the bodies of the three dead men I have given to the people and their heads I have sent to thee."
"Who were they?" asked Halil darkly.
"The first was the corpse of the Kiaja Beg, his body was cast upon the cross-ways through the Etmeidan Gate."
"And the second?"
"The Kapudan Pasha, his body was flung down in front of the fountains of Khir-Kheri."
"And the third?"
"Damad Ibrahim, the Grand Vizier. His body we flung out into the piazza in front of the Seraglio, at the foot of the very fountains which he himself caused to be built."
Halil Patrona cast a searching look at the Sheik"s face, and coldly replied:
"Know then, oh, Sheik Suleiman, that thou liest, the third corpse was _not_ the body of Damad Ibrahim the Grand Vizier. It was the body of a sailor named Manoli, who greatly resembled him, and sacrificed himself in Damad"s behalf. But the Grand Vizier has escaped and none can tell where he is. Go now, and tell that to those who sent thee hither!"
CHAPTER IX.