Musli felt his courage rising many degrees since he began bawling at a Grand Vizier. "Halil Patrona _commands_ it to be done," he bellowed in Kabakulak's ear. The Vizier threw back his head. "Come, come, my son!" said he, "don't shout in my ear like that, just as if I were deaf. What did you say it was that Halil Patrona begs of me?" "Don't twist my words, you old owl!" said Musli, naturally _sotto voce_. Then raising his voice, he added, "Halil Patrona wants Dzhanum Choja appointed Kapudan Pasha." "Good, good, my son! just the very thing I wanted done myself; that has been resolved upon long ago, so you may go away home." "Go away indeed! not yet! Then Wallachia wants a new voivode." "It has got one already, got one already I tell you, my son. His name is Maurocordato. Bear it in mind--Mau-ro-cor-da-to." "I don't mean to bother my tongue with it at all. As I pronounce it it is--Djihan." "Djihan? Who is Djihan?" "Djihan is the Voivode of Wallachia." "Very well, you shall have it so. And what do you want for yourself, my son, eh?" Musli was inscribed in the list as the Aga of the Janissaries, but he was too modest to speak of himself. "Don't trouble your head about me, Kabakulak, while there are so many worthier men unprovided for. We want the Khan of the Crimea deposed and the banished Kaplan Giraj appointed in his stead." "Very well, we will inform Kaplan Giraj of his promotion presently." "Not presently, but instantly. Instantly, I say, without the least delay." Musli accompanied his eloquence with such gesticulations that the Grand Vizier thought it prudent to fall back before him. "Don't you feel well?" he asked Musli, who had suddenly become silent. In his excitement he had forgotten the other demands. "Ah! I have it," he said, and sitting down on the floor at his ease, he took the list from his bosom and extending it on the floor, began reciting Halil Patrona's nominations seriatim. The Grand Vizier approved of the whole thing, he had no objection to make to anything. Musli left Janaki's elevation last of all: "He you must make Voivode of Moldavia," said he. Suddenly Kabakulak went quite deaf. He could not hear a word of Musli's last demand. Musli drew nearer to him, and making a speaking-trumpet out of his hands, bawled in his ear: "Janaki I am talking about." "Yes, yes! I hear, I hear. You want him to be allowed to provide the Sultan's kitchen with the flesh of bullocks and sheep. So be it! He shall have the charge." "Would that the angel Izrafil might blow his trumpet in thine ear!" said Musli to himself _sotto voce_. "I am not talking of his trade as a butcher," added he aloud. "I say that he is to be made Prince of Moldavia." Kabakulak now thought it just as well to show that he heard what had been asked, and replied very gravely: