"
"I know by your voice that you have come to kill me!" cried
Cousrouf, springing to his feet.
Mohammed slowly shook his head.
"Had I desired your death, you would long since have stood before
Allah's throne, to render an account of your crimes. No, Cousrouf, I
have not come to kill you, but to read to you a message from the
grand-sultan at Stamboul."
Cousrouf bowed his head.
"You mean my condemnation. Were it an acknowledgment of my right and
a restoration to authority, Mohammed Ali would not have come to
announce it. Read!"
The sarechsme unfolded the paper, and read in a loud voice the
firman which deposed Cousrouf from the office of viceroy.
"For he has performed its duties badly, and not proved worthy of our
favor. He has been vanquished by rebels, and has sought safety in
flight, instead of dying in the fulfilment of his duty. Humiliated
and disgraced, he has been brought a prisoner to the palace in which
he once ruled. Cousrouf is entirely unworthy of the honors conferred
on him, and is hereby deposed from his office and dignities, and
forbidden ever to present himself before the grand-sultan, or to
show himself at Stamboul in the holy empire of the grand-sultan. He
is banished and exiled from the empire, and his name must never be
mentioned in the hearing of the grand-sultan. He is to be conveyed
to the fort built on the island of Imbro, there to remain until he
dies.
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