"I should think that"s true, Jack," said Harry, demurely.
"Oh, yes, quite," said Jack, winking at Harry.
The Irishman led the way along a paved pa.s.sage, at the end of which was an arched entrance to an apartment, closed off only by a heavy curtain.
"You see that curtain?" whispered their guide.
"Yes."
"That"s the harem."
"Come on, then," said Jack, eagerly.
"Stop, stop!" exclaimed the Irishman. "The other side of the curtain are two----"
Before he could complete the sentence, the curtain was dragged aside, and two armed negroes appeared.
Their appearance was sudden and startling.
Each carried a drawn sword, a scimitar of formidable size.
They looked about as ugly customers as you would wish to see.
"Two eunuchs," whispered the Irishman, "they are guarding the seraglio.
Come away."
"Ugly enough for heathen G.o.ds," whispered Harry Girdwood.
The two eunuchs stood like statues on guard.
The slipper merchant said something to them in Turkish which appeared to satisfy them.
"Ma.s.sa Jack," whispered Tinker, who was one of the party, tugging at his young master"s sleeve, "Ma.s.sa Jack."
"What now?"
"Dat one ob de beasts what chuck de pusson in de water alive in de sack, sar."
"What!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Harry Girdwood.
"Fack, Ma.s.sa Harry," said Tinker, stoutly. "Guess I know dat ugly brack n.i.g.g.ar, sar, a tousan" mile off--beast!"
"Come on. Don"t appear to notice them," said the Irishman. "It"s awkward work now. If they had half a suspicion, they would drop on us right and left, and not leave a limb on either one of our blessed bodies."
He led the way until they came to a gallery that overlooked the seraglio.
Their leader now warned them to keep silent.
In the chamber below were about a dozen Turkish ladies, all unveiled.
They were all gorgeously attired, and lolling about in indolent att.i.tudes, as if life were an indescribable bore to them.
Upon a square fringed carpet in the middle of the room a Circa.s.sian girl of rare beauty and perfect symmetry was gliding through a graceful dance, to a low, melodious measure, which another girl of her own country was chanting.
The dance resembled nothing that Jack and Harry had seen before.
As she turned round, the shawl she waved was made to describe a series of circles.
And then, as she came to a sudden stop, it fell around her in graceful folds and she looked like a very beautiful sculptured figure.
But before you could fairly admire her graceful form and beauteous face, she had bounded off again in the mazy dance, to the intense gratification of the idle lookers-on.
"What do you think of that?" whispered the Irishman.
"Lovely," returned Jack, enthusiastically.
"Beautiful," added Harry Girdwood. "What would little Emily say, Jack, if she knew you were looking with loving eyes at that little beauty?"
The mention of little Emily"s name made Jack silent for a minute or two.
Presently he asked--
"Are these professional performers?"
"The dancer and the singer are two out of three Circa.s.sian slaves that have been sent to the pasha as a present during his journey. He will be pleased with the new acquisition when he returns, although one has met an untimely end."
"Slaves! Is it possible?" said young Jack.
"Rather, my boy."
"What will they do with these slaves?"
"Various things. Perhaps keep them to amuse the ladies of the harem, as you see now; perhaps make them beasts of burden; perhaps make more wives of them. His excellency is not particular to a wife or two."
"He"s a beast!" said young Jack; "and I should like to kick him."
"Gently, gently; it"s the system of the country, dear boys, nothing more."
"But," said Jack, "when you speak of the Circa.s.sian girl being sent as a present to the pasha, do you mean the real pasha or the deputy? For this Turk is the one that cheated the poor orphan out of his money."
"This is only the deputy; I mean the pasha himself," returned the Irish Turk. "The deputy would like to appropriate the slaves himself."
"Do you think so?"
"I know it, and he does not mind what you would call murder now and then."
"Perhaps that would account for what we saw in the bay, for the horrible business with the sack."