"Thou art a senseless spirit," growled the stranger. "Go back to thy tomb and slumber; I will inquire nothing more of thee. Thou dost not even know my present fate; how canst thou know my future? Go back to thy hole, I say, and sleep in peace." "I know thee," continued the voice, "and I have spoken the truth. Do not they call thee Ali Tepelenti?" The stranger was amazed. "That is indeed my name," he answered. "Wert thou not a fugitive yesterday, and wilt thou not be dust and ashes to-morrow?" "True; but that yesterday was eighty years ago; and who shall say when to-morrow will be?" "Thou knowest that here there is neither morning nor evening," answered the voice. "To me yesterday was when I last saw the sun, and to-morrow will be when I see it again. Ali Tepelenti, Lord of Janina, thou art poorer than the lowliest Mussulman who girds himself with a girdle of hair, for thou hast lost everything which thou didst account precious. Thy kinsmen, who were for thy defence, thou hast slain; thy mother, who loved thee, thou hast strangled; thy right hand has pulled down the house which thou didst build up; thy glory, in which thou didst exalt thyself, has become a curse to thee; and thou hast made bitter haters of those who loved thee best." "So it is. I know what I have done. I repent me of nothing. The hare nibbles the flower, the vulture seizes the hare, the hunter slays the vulture, the lion fells the hunter, the worm devours the lion. All of us turn to earth. Allah is mighty, and He orders it so. What am I? Only a bigger worm than the rest. Who shall strive with God? What is my fate in the future?" "But yesterday thou wert younger than thy newborn son, to-morrow thou shalt die older than thy oldest ancestors." "Speak more plainly. I perceive the meaning of thy words as little as I perceive thyself." "'He who sins with the sword shall perish with the sword,' saith Allah. He who sins with love, shall perish by love. Thou hast two hands, the right and the left; thou hast two swords, one covered with gold and one with silver; thou hast three hundred wives in thy harem, but only one in thy heart; thou hast twelve sons, but only one whom thou lovest. Look, now! Take good heed of thy life, for thy death lieth in what is nearest to thee; thine own weapon, thine own child, thine own property, thine own two hands, shall one day slay thee." "Mashallah! Death is inevitable. Tell me but one thing. Shall I one day pass in triumph through the gates of the seraglio at Stambul?" "Thou shalt. Thou shalt stand there on a silver pedestal in the face of the rejoicing multitude." "When?" "That day will come when thou shalt be in two places at the same time, in Janina and in Stambul; the days to come will explain it." "One word more. Wherefore didst thou mention that woman whom I love best?" "She will be the first to betray thee." "Accursed one!" roared Ali, drawing his sword and madly striking in the direction of the voice.