"
"I dare say you are very right," answered the pacha, "but I don't
understand a word you have said."
"Such your highness were the adventures attending my second voyage,"
concluded the renegade, with an inclination of his head.
"And a very good voyage too! I like it better than your first. Mustapha,
give him ten pieces of gold: you will bring him here to-morrow, and we
will hear what happened in his third."
"You observe," said Mustapha, when the pacha had retired, "my advice was
good."
"Most excellent!" replied the renegade, holding out his hand for the
money: "To-morrow I'll lie like any barber."
Chapter VII
"Khoda shefa midehed--God gives relief!" cried the pacha, as the divan
closed: and, certainly, during its continuance many had been relieved of
their worldly goods, and one or two from all future worldly thoughts or
wanderings.--"What have we to-day, Mustapha?"
"May your highness's shadow never be less!" replied the vizier. "Have we
not the slave who offered to lay his story at your sublime feet, on the
same evening that we met those sons of Shitan--Ali and Hussan, who
received the punishment merited by their enormous crimes? Have we not
also the manuscript of the Spanish slave, now translated by my faithful
Greek; who tells me that the words are flowing with honey, and their
music is equal to that of the bulbul when singing to his favourite
rose?"
"And the Giaour who relates his voyages and travels," interrupted the
pacha--"where is he? No Kessehgou of our own race tells stories like
unto his.
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