He must
obey Destiny, he must respond to the appeal of revenge, of honor,
and of renown. And a threatening voice whispers in his soul:
"Cousrouf Pacha, beware! You have called your judge yourself.
Beware, the avenger will appear! You will not recognize him, for his
countenance will smile, and his bearing will be soft and composed.
You will not recognize him, but he will come. Beware, Cousrouf
Pacha!"
Mohammed now turns to descend to Cavalla, and he feels himself a
changed, a new man.
He slowly descended, his head erect, his breast swelling with a
proud joyousness. The struggle is over, and the voice of anguish is
forever stilled. Mohammed cones among men again another and a better
man, and, before returning to his own house, he repairs to the
palace of the tschorbadji, to seek his friend Osman.
When Osman saw him coming he smiled, nodded to him, and held out his
hand.
"Well, my Mohammed, I see by your countenance that the struggle is
over, and that Mohammed knows what future is in store for him."
Mohammed grasped his friend's hand warmly in his own, a bright smile
lighting up his countenance.
"He at least knows, my Osman, what demands he intends to make of the
future, and, if they are not accorded, he will at least know how to
die gloriously."
CHAPTER IV
THE EMBARKATION.
"Is it then really true, Osman?" asked the governor, with tears in
his eyes.
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