Tales and Novels — Volume 02: Popular TalesEdgeworth, Maria
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Tales and Novels — Volume 02: Popular Tales
Edgeworth, Maria
Fiction
“I changed dresses with the baker; but scarcely had I proceeded through
the adjoining streets with my rolls, before the mob began to gather
round me, with reproaches and execrations. The crowd pursued me even to
the gates of the grand seignior’s palace; and the grand vizier, alarmed
at their violence, sent out an order to have my head struck off; the
usual remedy, in such cases, being to strike off the baker’s head.
“I now fell upon my knees, and protested I was not the baker for whom
they took me; that I had no connexion with him; and that I had never
furnished the people of Constantinople with bread that was not weight. I
declared I had merely changed clothes with a master baker, for this
day; and that I should not have done so, but for the evil destiny which
governs all my actions. Some of the mob exclaimed that I deserved to
lose my head for my folly; but others took pity on me, and whilst the
officer, who was sent to execute the vizier’s order, turned to speak
to some of the noisy rioters, those who were touched by my misfortune
opened a passage for me through the crowd, and thus favoured, I effected
my escape.
“I quitted Constantinople: my vase I had left in the care of my brother.
At some miles distance from the city, I overtook a party of soldiers. I
joined them; and learning that they were going to embark with the rest
of the grand seignior’s army for Egypt, I resolved to accompany them. If
it be, thought I, the will of Mahomet that I should perish, the sooner
I meet my fate the better. The despondency into which I was sunk was
attended by so great a degree of indolence, that I scarcely would take
the necessary means to preserve my existence. During our passage to
Egypt, I sat all day long upon the deck of the vessel, smoking my pipe;
and I am convinced that if a storm had risen, as I expected, I should
not have taken my pipe from my mouth, nor should I have handled a rope,
to save myself from destruction. Such is the effect of that species
of resignation or torpor, whichever you please to call it, to which my
strong belief in _fatality_ had reduced my mind.
“We landed, however, safely, contrary to my melancholy forebodings. By a
trifling accident, not worth relating, I was detained longer than any of
my companions in the vessel when we disembarked; and I did not arrive at
the camp till late at night. It was moonlight, and I could see the whole
scene distinctly. There was a vast number of small tents scattered over
a desert of white sand; a few date trees were visible at a distance;
all was gloomy, and all still; no sound was to be heard but that of the
camels, feeding near the tents; and, as I walked on, I met with no human
creature.
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