I do not deny that Mohammed has sometimes
deserved to be reprimanded for his conduct, but, I also repeat, he,
is still so young, his heart so fiery, his soul so full of ardor and
nobility. He will yet learn to conform to the customs of the world."
"I sincerely hope he may," said the pacha, quietly. "As yet he has,
however, not learned it; he should come to Stamboul--there he would
be taught to bend his proud neck. Tell me, Osman, have I now paid
off the debt of gratitude that rested on my shoulders?"
"You have now transferred it to our shoulders," exclaimed the
tschorbadji, ardently. "See how happy my Osman looks; how his
countenance is wreathed in smiles! There is no trace of sorrow or
pain in his features now; joy is restoring him to health; and I owe
this to you, and shall continue to thank you for it, when you are no
longer here. We wish you all happiness! Our friend and benefactor,
the great general, Cousrouf Pacha, will in the future be called on
to perform great things, and the report of his glory and power will
reach us here on our peninsula."
"I hope it may," said the pacha, softly, as he proudly inclined his
head. "Yes, I hope it may. My glory will resound throughout the
world, and may, perhaps, be trumpeted forth by the virgin Fame, so
favorable to me, even here in this rocky nest. The imperial majesty
in Stamboul has elected me to great things, and Allah will permit me
to live to fulfil them.
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