"Masa, the sheik's daughter, has disappeared! Where is Masa? Up, ye
men and women, let us search for her. Let us search everywhere--
among the rocks and cliffs, in the hills and in the valleys. Masa,
the sheik's daughter, is gone!"
From every house, men, women, and children, rush out and gaze at
each other in sorrow and dismay. "Masa, our sheik's daughter, has
vanished! let us search for her." And now they begin the search.
People are to be seen running in every direction--to the rocks
above, down to the shore. The air everywhere resounds with their
loud cries:
"Masa, daughter of the sheik, where are you?"
Suddenly the music of the trumpet, cymbal and fife, and the roll of
the drum, breaks in upon and mingles with these tumultuous cries.
With warlike music the company of soldiers from the nearest city
marches into Praousta, in accordance with the command given by the
governor to his captain.
The men have been on the march all night, and now enter the village
in the broad light of day, with their band playing.
The military music rings out so loud and clear that the cries of
lamentation are no longer heard. The crowd stand still and gaze at
the gaudily-attired men who are marching into Cavalla. The
tschorbadji is standing with his distinguished guest, Cousrouf
Pacha, in the court-yard of the palace. He has requested him to be
present at the reception of the soldiers.
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