"Thy word is decisive. The Padishah has decided that what thou and thy comrades demand shall be accomplished. The Grand Seignior himself awaits thee in the Porcelain Chamber. There war shall be proclaimed, and the kaftans of remembrance distributed to thee and thy fellows."
And with that the Ulemas and Halil"s comrades were led away to the kiosk of Erivan.
"And ye who are the finest fellows of us all," said Kabakulak, turning to Halil and Musli--"ye, Halil and Musli, come first of all to kiss the Sultan"s hand."
Halil with a cold smile pressed Musli"s hand. Even now poor Musli had no idea what was about to befall them. Only when at "the gate of the cold spring" the Spahis on guard divested them of their weapons, for none may approach the Sultan with a sword by him--only, then, I say, did he have a dim sensation that all was not well.
In the Sofa Chamber, where the Divan is erected, is a niche separated from the rest of the chamber by a high golden trellis-work screen, behind whose curtains it is the traditional custom of the Sultan to listen privately to the deliberations of his counsellors. From behind these curtains a woman"s face was now peeping. It was Adsalis, the favourite Sultana, and behind her stood Elhaj Beshir, the Kizlar-Aga.
Both of them knew there would be a peculiar spectacle, something well worth seeing in that chamber to-day.
The curtains covering the doors of the Porcelain Chamber bulged out, and immediately afterwards two men entered. They advanced to the steps of the Sultan"s throne, knelt down there, and kissed the hem of the Sultan"s garment.
Mahmud was sitting on his throne, the same instant Kabakulak clapped his hands and cried:
"Bring in their kaftans!"
At these words out of the adjoining apartment rushed Pelivan and the thirty-two Janissaries with drawn swords.
Mahmud hid his face so as not to see what was about to happen.
"Halil! we are betrayed!" exclaimed Musli, and placing himself in front of his comrade he received on his own body the first blow which Pelivan had aimed at Halil.
"In vain hast thou written thy name above mine, Patrona," roared the giant, waving his huge broadsword above his head.
At these words Halil drew forth from his girdle a dagger which he had secreted there, and hurled it with such force at Pelivan that the sharp point pierced his left shoulder.
But the next moment he was felled to the ground by a mortal blow.
While still on his knees he raised his eyes to Heaven and said:
"It is the will of Allah."
At another blow he collapsed, and falling p.r.o.ne breathed forth his last sigh:
"I die, but my son is still alive."
And he died.
Then all his a.s.sociates were brought into the Sofa Chamber one by one from the Erivan kiosk where they had been robed in splendid kaftans, and as they entered the room were decapitated one after the other. They had not even time to shut their eyes before the fatal stroke descended.
Six-and-twenty of them perished there and then.
Only three survived the day, Sulali, Mohammed the dervish, and Alir Aalem, the custodian of the sacred banner and justiciary of Stambul. All three were Ulemas, and therefore not even the Sultan was free to slay them.
Accordingly the Grand Vizier appointed them all Sandjak-Begs, or governors of provinces.
As they knew nothing of the death of their comrades they accepted the dignities conferred upon them, renouncing at the same time as usual their office of Ulemas.
The following day they were all put to death.
On the third day after that the people of the city in their walks abroad saw eight-and-thirty severed heads stuck on the ends of spears over the central gate of the Seraglio. All these heads, with their starting eyes and widely parted lips, seemed to be speaking to the amazed mult.i.tudes; only Halil Patrona"s eyes were closed and his lips sealed.
Suddenly a great cry of woe arose from one end of the city to the other, the people seized their arms and rushed off to the Etmeidan under three banners.
They had no other leader now but Janaki, all the rest had escaped or were dead. So now they brought _him_ forward. The tidings of Halil"s death wrought no change in him, he had foreseen it long before, and was well aware that Gul-Bejaze had departed from the capital. He had himself prepared for her the little dwelling in the valley lost among the ravines of Mount Taurus, which was scarce known to any save to him and the few dwellers there, and he had brought back with him from thence a pair of carrier-pigeons, so that in case of necessity he might be able to send messages to his daughter without having to depend on human agency.
When the clamorous mob invited him to the Etmeidan he wrote to his daughter on a tiny shred of vellum, and tied the letter beneath the wing of the pigeon.
And this is what he wrote:
"G.o.d"s grace be with thee! Wait not for Halil, he is dead. The Janissaries have killed him. And I shall not be long after him, take my word for it. But live thou and watch over thy child.--JANAKI."
With that he opened the window and let the dove go, and she, rising swiftly into the air, remained poised on high for a time with fluttering pinions, and then, with the swiftness and directness of a well-aimed dart, she flew straight towards the mountains.
"Poor Irene!" sighed Janaki, buckling on his sword with which he certainly was not very likely to kill anybody--and he accompanied the insurgents to the Etmeidan.
In Stambul things were all topsy-turvy once more. The seventh Janissary regiment, when the two-and-thirty Janissaries returned to them with b.l.o.o.d.y swords boasting of their deed, rushed upon them and cut them to pieces. The new Janissary Aga was shot dead within his own gates.
Kabakulak retired within a mosque. Halil Pelivan, who had been appointed Kulkiaja, hid himself in a drain pipe for three whole days, and never emerged therefrom so long as the uproar lasted.
Three days later all was quiet again.
A new name came to the front which quelled the risen tempest--the last scion of the famous Kuprili family, every member of which was a hero.
Achmed Kuprilizade collected together the ten thousand shebejis, bostanjis, and baltajis who dwelt round the Seraglio, and when everyone was in despair attacked the rebels in the open streets, routed them in the piazzas, and in three days seven thousand of the people fell beneath his blows--and so the realm had peace once more.
Janaki also fell. They chopped off his head and he offered not the slightest resistance.
As for Pelivan and Kabakulak they were banished for their cowardice.
So Achmed Kuprilizade became Grand Vizier.
As for Achmed III. he lived nine years longer in the Seven Towers, and tradition says he died by poison.
FOOTNOTES:
[17] Tiger.
[18] Mouse.
CHAPTER XIII.
THE EMPTY PLACE.
Everything was now calm and quiet, and the world pursued its ordinary course; but far away among the Blue Mountains dwells a woman who knows nothing of all that is going on around her, and who every evening ascends the highest summit of the hills surrounding her little hut and gazes eagerly, longingly, in the direction of Stambul, following with her eyes the long zig-zag path which vanishes in the dim distance--will he come to-day whom she has so long awaited in vain?