I answered, "If it is not befitting a noble to do that before his own
king, how dost thou wish me to do it before a stranger and a pagan?"
Here the Khan, turning his face from me, said,--
"Thou didst speak wisely, O Sukyman." And then he said to me, "If I were
to offer thee the choice, either to show me honor and fall on thy face
before me, for which thou wouldst receive freedom, or die a cruel death,
which wouldst thou choose?"
To this I answered that it did not befit a captive to choose; let him,
the Khan, do what he liked with me; but let him observe, however, that
each man of the lowest station may inflict a cruel death; but the
majesty of a monarch, having its source in the will of God, becomes most
like the Creator, and shows its power best, when it gives life instead
of death. He pondered over my words, and said afterward,--
"If, being a captive, thou wilt not honor or obey me, thou dost act
against God, who commands captives to obey."
I answered, "Only my body is in captivity."
Hearing this, the Tartars grew pale; but the Khan was patient, for it
was not in vain that they called him discreet. After he had meditated a
time, he rode away; but while doing so, he said to the Agas and to his
messengers, "When ye fall into captivity among unbelievers, be like this
man."
Now I had rest for two days, and they brought food to me. Some even came
to me saying, "Our lord will not forget thee; but when he brings thee
into favor, do not forget us."
Captivity had so debased the hearts of those people that, foreseeing a
change in my fortune, they were seeking favors with me while I was
still lying in filth. I rejoiced in soul, for I thought that I should
receive freedom, and perhaps with it find happiness. After two days, the
Khan, in passing, turned his horse to me a second time.
"I have weighed," said he, "thy words in my wisdom, and I put them on
the scales of justice. Thou hast found favor with me for thy courage;
say then what thou dost wish that I should do for thee?"
I answered that for one born in a free condition, freedom was the
dearest fruit of his favor.
"And if I refuse it?" asked he.
"Then give me death."
He stopped again; he desired so much that all should admire and praise
his wisdom that he undertook nothing without meditation. During this
time the heart was beating in me like a hammer. After he had thought a
while, he said,--
"Do not draw the bow too far lest it break and wound thy hands;
therefore I tell thee my last words: I will give thee a yellow coat,
take thee to my court, reward thee with riches, and make thee my
equerry, will not extort change of faith from thee, if thou wilt promise
to serve me with good will."
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