"Nevermore, Osman, nevermore, will the sun shine for me! Night and
impenetrable darkness envelop my fate! But I swear to revenge myself
upon those who have done me this wrong!"
"Silence, silence, Mohammed!" said Osman, entreatingly, to his
friend. "See, my father approaches, and with him Cousrouf Pacha. How
triumphant he seems! He knows he has pained you. Will you permit him
to see and rejoice in your pain?"
"No, no, you are right! He shall not rejoice in my pain! Bitter
heartache shall I prepare for him someday!" Laughing bitterly to
himself, he advanced toward the two approaching him.
"Mohammed Ali," said the governor, solemnly, "I thank you for your
good services. You have accomplished that which, by your honor, you
swore to fulfil. And I affirm that I also have kept my word. I
allowed you to do as you thought best, and did not restrain you when
I thought your acts cruel; but I must nevertheless admit that you
have acted with wisdom and with courage. Gladly will I reward you
for that which you obtained through your daring. It is fit that such
a man should have an office, and exercise the duties thereof from
now on. Mohammed Ali, I have good news to impart to you! The scenes
of yesterday have taught me that, to preserve peace and quiet, it is
necessary to have soldiers at hand. I have already dispatched a
courier to the neighboring town, and a garrison shall hereafter stay
here or at Cavalla.
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