You, Mohammed Ali, I appoint boulouk bashi, or
captain of this company that is to enter Cavalla to-morrow."
A deep color overspread, like the morning sunlight, Mohammed's
countenance:--"Master, you well know how to reward generously him
who has done naught but his duty."
"And now, my Mohammed," whispered Osman, softly, "or rather boulouk
bashi, let me be the first to congratulate you. How proud and happy
I shall be when I see Mohammed Ali, in his glittering uniform,
marching at the head of his company. Proud and happy shall I account
myself when so handsome, so brave a soldier, considers me worthy of
his protection!"
"You make sport of me," murmured Mohammed, a soft smile illuminating
his countenance. In the spirit he saw himself in his handsome
uniform at the head of his company. Truth and justice are once more
acknowledged. The hour of humiliation and pain has gone by. The time
he had so long looked for had arrived. He listened calmly to the
tschorbadji's announcement that on the morrow his uniform would be
ready, as well as those of his soldiers, which were to be sent, at
once to Cavalla.
"There will be a number of uniforms, and the young boulouk bashi can
make his choice from among them."
"And the sword, my father, the sword, I will give to my friend
Mohammed Ali!" cried Osman, joyously. "Do you remember the gold-
handled sword given me by the grand-vizier on his last visit? I have
kept it jealously, though, alas! I can never wear it myself.
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