"
He took the money, and Mohammed willingly accepted it from him, and
thanked him.
"I will go to the scha-er at once, for this is his hour, I believe."
He bowed hastily and slightly before the tschorbadji, but profoundly
and reverentially before the poor pale boy, and rapidly walked back
toward the gate, thinking not of the beautiful flowers that
surrounded him, rejoicing only at being able to do something for
Osman Bey, and rejoicing, too, at the prospect of listening to the
scha-er.
It was just the hour at which the new scha-er, the rival of old
Mehsed, began to relate his stories in the hall. With an earnest,
respectful air, the men and boys sat around in the wide circle on
their mats, and listened, slowly moving their bodies to and fro, to
what the scha-er was relating.
Mohammed noiselessly entered the circle, and seating himself as
close as he could in front of the scha-er, listened in breathless
attention to the loud, resonant voice that told of the glories of
the past
"I have not come to tell you of the fatherland to-day, not of
Turkish might and grandeur. Your humble servant has been proclaiming
to you their wonders for the last few days," said he. "To-day I have
turned my gaze toward distant worlds and kingdoms. I am about to
tell you of the provinces converted into parts of our realm by the
power of the sultan. Have you heard of the land that lies over there
beyond the sea--the land of the Egyptians? Great is the history of
this people, and from it we can learn that Allah alone is great, and
that, next to him, and next to the prophet, nothing is so great as
our emperor and master, our Sultan Selim, at Stamboul, on his
imperishable throne.
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