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" but the number is too great : one might get
rid of half-a-dozen enemies at a banquet easily
enough ; but five or six hundred would be too
many to poison at one feast. The difficulty, as
you say, is to get the traitors within the cita-
del ; that difficulty you must surmount; for
every Mameluke you bring within these walls,
the defterdar shall count you down an ounce
of gold. Ali Aga will furnish you with the
means of becoming acquainted with the princi-
pal chiefs; steal into their bosoms, inform them
of the festivities forthcoming at the citadel on
the occasion of my son Toussoun Pacha taking
the command of the army against the Waha-


beesj and being invested with the pelisse of
dignity. Inform them fully of the grandeur
of the ceremony ; dwell much on the finely-
embroidered dresses, and richly-caparisoned
steeds of my followers, who are to be present
on the occasion ; hint at their eclipsing the
Beys themselves in magnificence, and finally,
invite them to assist, in full costume, at the
ceremony. In the mean time, to prevent sus-
picion, I intend making a journey to Sues on
pretence of seeing the stores embarked for the
Hedjaz, which must precede the army. When
you are entirely successful in your mission, as,
Inshallah ! you shall be, lose not a moment in
sending me a courier with the intelligence.
Remember my happiness and your fortune de-
pend on the result. I have many preparations
yet to make for my departure at the dawn — it
is time you leave me, but before you do, re-
member, a prince's secret is like the seal of
death on the silent sepulchre, — never to be



It is the curse of kings to be attended

By slaves that take their humour for a warrant

To break within the bloody house of life,

And, on the winking of authority,

To understand a law.

King John.

" Why should I feel so much reluctance,"
said our hero, as he reflected on his conversation
with the Pacha, " at embarking in a business
which, if I do not undertake, some other per-
son will ? True it is, these Beys are not my
enemies, and, with a solitary exception, have
done me no wrong. I have not offered my ser-,
vices to the Pacha for the purposes of private
murder; my desire was to be employed in the
face of the world, in the open field, even where
death, the mother of vultures, hovers over the
heads of the combatants. A fortuitous circum-


stance has thrown me in the way of the Vice-
roy, the very moment he is plotting murder,
and in need of an accomphce. In a moment
of rage, I make use of language which is inter-
preted into the deliberate expression of perfidy ;
and before I have leisure to recover from my
surprise, the perpetration of the treachery is
assigned to my hand, and so far from lifting
my voice against the business, I find myself in-
voluntarily suggesting the plan. Allah ! Illah !
the madman in the boat was in the right to talk
about the wickedness of the world, and the de-
gradation of human nature. Proceed I must,
even against my will ; fate will have it so, and
who can oppose his destiny ? Besides, these
Beys have been the oppressors of the country ;
they are the mortal enemies of the Viceroy,
who is now my master ; one of them is my
enemy. Thank Heaven ! I have one honest
motive for becoming a traitor."

In this way, Mourad sought to quiet the still
small voice within, and to persuade himself that
as a loyal subject who had the interest of his
master at heart, and as a man of honour who
had received an unpardonable insult, he had no


rio-ht to let remorse or pity interfere with the
duty he owed to his sovereign and himself.
He soon became acquainted with the Beys ; he
found them the people in the world the most
open to perfidy; a brave, unsuspicious noble-
minded race, generous to exc'ess, and magnifi-
cent to a fault in the fashion of their clothes
and the furniture of their houses ; but divided
amongst themselves into as many factions as
there were chiefs, the followers of Bardissy,
the sworn foes of those of Elfi and the descend-
ants of Ibrahim, the implacable enemies of the
house of Osman. They were bound together
by no common bond of brotherhood ; the only
common feeling that preserved to them the
name of a distinct people, was the esprit da
corps which pride still kept up amongst them.
Mourad had sufficient address to ingratiate him-
self into the favour of the principal chiefs, and
more especially into that of Osman Bey, the
Mameluke who had struck him in the bazaar.

When his intimacy was sufficient to procure

him the confidence of his victims, he spread

abroad the news of the approaching festivities

at the citadel, and at length published the invi-

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tation of his Highness to the chiefs, to assist
with all their followers in full costume at the
ceremony. With many, the opportunity of
showing off their glittering garments and pran-
cing steeds vvas a sufficiently strong motive to
induce them to attend; others were influenced,
in accepting the invitation, by the hope of a
thorough reconciliation with the Viceroy ; but
the greater number distrusted his intentions,
and expressed their determination not to attend
the ceremony. To gain these over, was now
the business of perfidy : no effort was left un-
tried to allay suspicion ; no oath was left un-
sworn to dupe credulity with every Turkish
protestation of regard. Smooth-faced perfidy
and smiling treachery were not idle; the wily
Chiaous was late and early at his work ; indefa-
tigable in deceit, he threw himself in the path
of his victims day after day, and hour after
hour, referring as if by accident to the coming
festival, and describing in glowing terms the
magnitude of the preparations, and the un-
equalled splendour of the presents to be distri-
buted amongst the guests.

The presents were weighty arguments with


the Beys ; the youth and frankness of the Chia-
ous inspired them with confidence ; they confer-
red together on the propriety of attending the
feast ; it was decided it would be to insult the
Viceroy to refuse the invitation — they signified
their intention to the young Chiaous to accept
it. That night, Mourad dispatched a courier,
on the fleetest dromedary of Birket el Hadgi, to
the Viceroy, with a letter, divested of all custom
mary forms of compliment — these were the
terms: —

" Mourad, the Chiaous, the slave of the
Viceroy of El Masr, sends these words to his
master : The guests are invited to the feast ;
and if to have secured the attendance of all of
them be to make the host entirely content, his
Highness has cause to be happy."

"He writes well," said Mohamed Ali, perus-
ing the laconic epistle ; " a fool would have kept
me in suspense through two whole sheets of
paper. This fellow is a valuable servant, he
deserves to be advanced.""

The stores and the flotilla were soon aban-

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doned ; the Pacha mounted his dromedary, and
with a single Arab running by his side, he re-
turned to El Masr, performing a journey across
the Desert in sixteen hours, which commonly
occupies from three to four days. Mourad was
the first person admitted to his presence; he
rewarded his zeal with many flattering encomi-
ums ; fixed the day for the ceremony ; gave him
the command of a troop, with the title of Byn-
bashi, and dismissed him with the command to
look well to his soldiers, to see that their arms
were in good order, and their cartouches pro-
vided with twenty rounds a man of ball-car-

The head of the young Bynbashi was almost
turned with joy at his sudden elevation : when
lie appeared at the citadel in the splendid uni-
form of his new rank, many a jealous eye was
fixed on him, and they who envied his good for-
tune most were loudest in their congratulations,
and earliest in the expressions of their admira-
tion of his gorgeous garments. His soldiers,
who hated him in their hearts because he was
not an Albanian, kissed a hand they would have
willingly cut off; even the Ministers conde-


scended tp pay visits of ceremony to the young
soldier of fortune, and to vie with each other in
seekinof to secure the favour of the favourite.
Mourad behaved to all with the haughtiness
which became his dignity ; but with all the pride
of prosperity, he forgot not the humble bearing
which becomes the slave in the presence of his
master. He had read, in some old book of
Arab ethics, that familiai'ity with the great is
the rock on which humble merit splits; and that
it never becomes the inferior, no matter how
intimate he may be with a noble patron, to put
condescension so far to the proof as to call the
son of Kaled, brother.

Mourad now had daily interviews with the
Pacha ; the greater part of the night preceding
the festivities he remained with his Highness.
At the dawn, he was again at the palace ; he
found Alohamed Ali in the same chamber in
which he had left him, parading up and down,
with his hands behind his back ; he looked pale,
and his dress was disordered — it was evident he
had not been to bed. " Is every thing in readi-
ness.'*" said he, addressing our hero, in a low voice;
"are you sure they will come, all of thcra come.''


You are certain of the Boabs who guard the
gates — there will be no bungling — no half mur-
ders — no defection to be feared in the Delhis?
Be sure you see my dromedary saddled, and in
readiness without the walls, in the event of a
failure. Look to it, young man !"

" On my head be the accomplishment of all
your wishes, EfFendi," cried our hero ; " it is
the cause of peace and justice we are embarked
in, and the Prophet is on our side ; and, with
the shadow of his favour on our swords, if it
please Allah, we shall not fail."

" Were we going to try the issue of that
cause," replied Mohamed Ali, " by another
mode of decision, I would not doubt success by
the favour of the Prophet or without it."

Mourad very kindly stepped between the
Pacha and his conscience, " May it please your
Highness," said he, ** to spare the effusion of
his subjects' blood, (the Viceroy stared,) is the
business, or at least it ought to be, of every
good prince. By the measure you are now
adopting, you are rescuing the haznahs and the
harems of your people from the ravages of an


insolent band of slaves, whose dynasty has
been a curse to the country, and is more hateful
to the Apostle than that of the founder of the
Shiahs. You are avoiding, as I said before,
the efFuliion of your people's blood, by adopting
a measure which will obviate the necessity of
future wars. Is this a trifling good, a vain con-
sideration ? or is Tarafa a fool, who calls War a
fiend, whose flame being once kindled in the
country, she rages and blazes forth, and grinds
the face of the people, as the mill grinds the
corn with its lower stone ? and pregnant with
mischief, becomes the mother of famine and
distress, full-grown monsters, and each deformed
as the unsightly camel of Aad.""

*' There is wisdom in your words," cried Mo-
hamed Ali, thrusting his hand into his bosom,
and pulling forth a purse. " There, my young
Locman," continued he, " had you propounded
ten thousand moral maxims, like those of the
wise man, you could not have spoken better.
Take the purse, man."

Mourad kissed the coarse large hand that
presented it with more fervour than ever lover


saluted the tapering fingers of his mistress,
glowing at the tips like the crimson worm of

" Now, in the name of Allah," said the Vice-
roy, " go and make the necessary dispositions,
distribute ten purses among the soldiers, and
promise as many more if I have reason to be
satisfied with their conduct. Acquaint them
not with the service I require — keep you about
my person, and, at the proper time, you will
see me put my finger to my throat ; separate, if
possible, the few French Mamelukes who are in
the service of the Beys from their masters ; they
are sick of their service, and are favourably
disposed towards me. I would have the infidels
saved. Keep to the walls, and when the Kafirs
are in the narrowest passages, then give the
word, and twice let it be repeated, ' vras, vras f
(kill, kill !) "

Mourad was dismissed, the great guns of
the citadel were already announcing the arri-
val of the day of joy, and in another hour the
gates of the palace were thrown open to the

The 1st of March, 1811, one of the most


successful acts of perfidy ever attempted, even in
Turkey, was performed by Mohamed Ali, the
satrap of Modern Egypt. The Mamelukes as-
cended the citadel ; Chakyn Bey, at the head of
his house, was the first to dismount at the door
of the palace. Osman, Ibrahim, Mazzouk, and
all the other chiefs appeared in succession, with
their numerous followers, splendidly attired.
Never was there a nobler cavalcade beheld
than that which was now seen from the win-
dows of the palace winding slowly along the
steep avenues of the citadel ; their bright
swords glittering in the sun, their embroidered
garments radiant with gold and silver, and the
gorgeous accoutrements of their Arab steeds
dazzling the eyes of the spectators. It was a
glorious spectacle to all, except to those who
had the present before their eyes in the same
vista with the future. The Pacha condescend-
ed to rise at the entrance of the Beys ; and when
the principal guests were seated, he placed his
hand on his left breast and salaamed them all

" May the peace of God be on you !" (wei-e
his words) ; " you are welcome to my house ;

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this is truly a day of happiness ; I have no
more enemies in the world ; all my dear friends
are about me ; they love me, I am now assured ;
Allah be their recompense ! they are my dutiful
children, iny affectionate brothers, my excellent
friends, praised be the Apostle !"

The Beys said they had lived to see a blessed
day, a day of peace and reconciliation. They
thanked God for having an opportunity of pay-
ing homage to their Prince ; and they desired
no gi'eater honour than to bask in the sunshine
of his favour, and no higher pleasure than to
walk in the shadow of his glory.

There was no end to their protestations of
love and loyalty. The Pacha, on the other
hand, was not to be outdone in courtesy. He
played " the most kind host" to perfection.
He assured them generally they might count on
his protection ; he spoke to them individually
about their affairs and families : nothing could
exceed his affiibility. To Chakyn Bey he spoke
of his skill in lancing the jereed. He talked to
Osman Bey of his dexterity in wielding the
sword ; of his cutting a helmet through and
through with a single stroke. To Ibrahim's


mind he recalled the days of his youth ; how he
stuck on the back of his spirited steed, as if the
horse and the rider were one. He naade the
tears come in the old raan^s eyes when he spoke
of his bright bay steed, from whose shining
back, in the words of the poet, the trappings
slid, as the dew-drops glide down the sides of
slippery marble : a horse ready in turning,
quick in pursuing, bold in advancing, firm in
backing, and performing every evolution with
the strength of a rock, and the swiftness of a
mountain torrent. How he trotted like a wolf,
and galloped like a fox, with the loins of an an-
telope, and the thighs of an ostrich ; and then
he went on to describe his full and flowing-
mane, and the blood of the swift game which
mantled in his neck, like the crimson juice of
henna on a light brown hand.

The refreshments were handed round. Some
of the Beys kept sipping the coffee, without
darin": to swallow it. Mohamed Ali observed
their suspicions, but he affected not to notice
them. Toussoun, the son of the Pacha, was
now presented to the company, — a beautiful
youth, about sixteen years of age ; a fine frank-


faced boy, the very reverse in disposition, as
well as in appearance, of his scowling brother
Ibrahim. Every one admired the manly open
features of the little hero, who at so early an
age was entrusted witli tlie command of an
army of eight thousand men. The ceremony
was now performed of investing him with the
pelisse of Pacha, and reading the firman.

This being done, the guests rose to depart.
The public square in the town was to be the
place of the sports of the jereed, and the luti,
or wrestling. The Pacha stood up as they re-
tired, the highest honour it was possible to con-
fer on inferiors. He smiled and smiled over
again as one departed after another ; but mur-
der was busy with his heart, and all the blood
of his veins seemed to have collected and cur-
dled there, for his lips and cheek were pale as

The visit was finished. Mourad performed
the office of master of the ceremonies ; he as-
signed to each the order of his departure. A
corps of Delhis opened the march, under Ouzam
Ali ; then came the Janissary Aga with the
Adaklys and Yoldaches ; and then followed the


guests. Whilst they were mounting their horses,
Mourad dispatched his soldiers to the different
gates to see that they were shut, and kept so
till farther orders should be given.

The Mamelukes were now mounted on their
high-couraged horses, prancing and curvetting
as they returned by the same avenue by which
they came. They proceeded through the path
leading to the square of Roumelia, and when
they came to that narrow part where the road is
cut in the solid rock, and where more than two or
three cannot pass abreast, Mourad appeared on
the walls above, crying with a voice of thunder
to the soldiers around him, " Kill! kill!" In-
stantly a discharge of musketry was poured
on the astonished Mamelukes. They pressed
on one another so thickly, in attempting to get
to the gates through the narrow avenue, that
the passage was soon blocked up both with the
dead and the living. At length some of them
made their way to the gates, but they found
them closed. He who had charge of this post,
Saleh Kosh, and a troop of Delhis, were sta-
tioned on the v/alls and turrets overhead, keep-
ing up a continual fire on the poor wretches


during their fruitless endeavours to break open
the doors. As the survivors fled, they galloped
over the dead bodies of their comrades ; their
horses maddened with wounds, and they them-
selves confounded by the groans of their com-
panions, the yells of the savage soldiery, and
the incessant roar of musketry.

The unfortunate Beys now abandoned their
horses ; they stripped themselves of their cum-
brous garments, and sword in hand returned to
the threshold of the palace. But all along the
path the soldiers were stationed on the heights,
taking unerring aim at their defenceless victims;
and when in their despair they rushed to the
door of the palace, a thousand muskets were
levelled at them from the loop-holes and lattices.
The carnage was terrible. The Beys in vain
shook their swords at their murderers. They
ran up and down like distracted beings, bleed-
ing and half naked, walking over the bodies of
the dying and the dead, and every instant in-
creasing the tumulus of slaughter.

Mourad, at the head of his troops, now de-
scended from the walls to dispatch the sur-


vivors, some of whom had taken refuge in the
ruins of Saladin's palace.

The spirit of the Mamelukes was almost
broken ; many were dragged from the ruins
and massacred without offering any resistance ;
but some, amongst whom were Chakyn and
Osman Beys, died like men deserving a better
fate, sword in hand, and, when they fell, it was
on the bodies of their enemies.

]Mourad had long sought the latter amidst
his numerous victims. At length he found him
in the ruin, pale and bloody, standing against
one of the pillars, and leaning on his sword for
support. It was a sight to have struck pity
into any bosom save that of an infuriated sol-
dier, whom the sight of blood had maddened
into a monster panting only for slaughter, and
insatiate with murder.

" Dog of a Mameluke !" cried the pitiless
young soldier, as he rushed on the wounded
Be3^, " tliat cursed blow you struck me in the
bazaar was a fatal one to you and all your tribe.
Die, Kafir,"" he continued, making a thrust of
his sword at the breast of the exhausted Mame-
luke ; but weak as he was from loss of blood,


Osman warded off the blow, and making one
dying effort, he raised the weapon above his
head, which he had wielded in a hundred bat-
tles. It was a dying effort, but the strength of
death was in the blow ; it clove down his enemy.
He attempted to repeat it, but his hand failed ;
his limbs tottered ; he staggered a few steps,
and then fell forward never to rise again.



I bleed, sir; but not killed.


His enemy had received no mortal injury ;
the blow had stunned him, his turban was cut
through all its folds, and his cheek was laid
open to the bone. When he arose, the proud
Mameluke was stiff, and stark on the smoking
soil, where murder herself reeled over her vic-
tims, and death stumbled along like the dim-
sighted camel of Tarafa.

" He died too soon," cried Mourad, inflicting
a superfluous wound on the body of the Bey ;
"but, thank Allah ! there are still some villains
left to dispose of." He and his bloodthirsty
companions now sallied forth ; they ran like
madmen from place to place, cutting down


every unfortunate wretch who still survived,
and manoling the dead bodies in their fury.

It was terrible to see with what frenzy they
thrust their fingers into the gashes of their foes,
and smeared their faces with their blood ; some
even were seen holding the crimson sword be-
tween their teeth while they stripped the slain,
while others were observed trampling the
wounded to death, when their arms were fa-
tigued with carnage.

At length the splendid cortege of the morn-
ing, the magnificent Mamelukes and their high-
couraged horses, were no longer visible ; a mass
of bleeding mortality presented itself to view,
men and horses weltering together on the slip-
pery pavement, the corpse of the proud Bey
and the body of his ignoble Seys stretched side
by side, disfigured and mutilated, while bro-
ken swords and blood-stained garments of the
finest tissue of Aleppo were scattered here
and there, and in the narrow passage where the
massacre commenced, the gore was ankle deep,
and a heap of mangled bodies quite blocked up
the avenue.

One only of all the gallant cavaliers who


came galloping up that road a few hours ago,
was living. Suleman Bey was that survivor
of all his race. Mourad discovered him con-
cealing himself behind a column in the hall of

" For the soul of your father," cried the un-
fortunate Bey, throwing himself at the feet of
the murderer, " have pity on me ; for the ho-
nour of your mother,"" he continued, " have
mercy on me ! If there be one in the world you
love, for the sake of that loved one, bring me
before the Pacha ; he knows not that I am in
this extremity ; all the money I have is yours,
but this purse is the least part of my treasures:
save me, young man, and the wealth of my
house is yours ; I swear it by your head, by
your hand I sv/ear it, by that bright sword
which glitters in my eyes, I 'U keep my pro-


Mourad grasped the purse. " You must die,"
said he, " there is no salvation for you ; even
were I inclined to spare you, a hundred others
are ready to dispatch you the instant you leave
these walls."'

But Mourad was either moved by the obtesta-


tion of the supplicant, or the promises he made
liim. He began to think that the Pacha had
too good reasons to be thankful to Mahomed
for the extermination of all his enemies, save
one who was personally known to his Highness,
to be angry at the preservation of that man.

" Follow me, Mameluke," said he ; " I will
take you before the Pacha, since you seem so
sure of his clemency : remember your promise,
for I am now risking my life to attempt the
salvation of yours."

The trembling being followed his conductor,
shuddering at the sight of the soldiers he had
to pass by as they approached the palace. A
Delhi laid his red hand on the neck of the
prisoner, as our hero led him to the door of the

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