The Lion of Janina; Or, The Last Days of the Janissaries: A Turkish NovelJókai, Mór
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The Lion of Janina; Or, The Last Days of the Janissaries: A Turkish Novel
Jókai, Mór
Ali Pasa, Tepedelenli, 1744?-1822 -- Fiction; Janizaries -- Fiction; Turkey -- History -- Mahmud II, 1808-1839 -- Fiction
The Omarites moved to and fro in the black cave without a torch, like
the blind, who do not go astray in the turnings and windings of the
streets, although they see them not. The sleepers had drunk a magic
potion, which did not permit them to awake for some time, and the men
carried them on their shoulders to the opposite entrance of the cavern
and there laid them down on the moss, in a place where the sunlight
was wont to penetrate.
It was already late in the day when the two children awoke. As soon as
they had opened their eyes, their first care was to kiss and embrace
each other. Then they aroused the merchant also and, rubbing sleep out
of their eyes, began to tell him, in childish fashion, what they had
been dreaming about.
"Ah! what a lovely dream I had!" cried Thomar, and even now his eyes
sparkled. "I was standing beside the Sultan, who was leaning on my
shoulder. Before me and around me howled a rebellious multitude, and
the Sultan was pale and sad. Turning towards me he sighed, 'Wherewith
shall I appease this raging sea?' For a long time I could find no
answer. It was as if something were weighing me down, something as
heavy as a mountain, when suddenly the words escaped from my lips,
'With swords, with guns, with weapons!' And then the Padishah girded
his own sword upon me, and I rushed among the howling mob, and I cut
and hacked away at them till they were all consumed, and at last a
field that had been reaped lay before me, and it was covered with
nothing but corpses."
"That is a foolish dream," said Leonidas. "Why did you eat so much
last night?"
And now Milieva told her dream.
"I also must have been confused by the wine. Before me also a
rebellious multitude appeared, and it then seemed to me as if I was
not a girl but a boy. Furiously they rushed upon me from every side,
but I feared them not, and when they were quite near to me I cried out
to them, 'Down on your knees before me! I am the Sultan's daughter!'
And everything was instantly quiet."
The merchant laughed till he choked at this dream. Who but children
could dream such rubbish?
"But at home they used to say," observed Thomar, with a grave face,
"that whatever any one dreams in a strange place where he has never
slept before, he will see that dream accomplished."
"Well, I am much obliged to you," said the merchant, "for in my dream
I was hanging up in Salonika by my feet, with my head downwards."
Then the merchant made the children leave the cavern.
"Come, my children," said he, "let us see if the sea has calmed down,
and whether a ship is approaching from anywhere."
Thomar obeyed, quitted the cavern, and exclaimed, in astonishment:
"Look, my dear foster-father! How could a ship come here when the very
sea has vanished, and only the bottom of it remains."
And indeed the district stretching out before them was quite bare and
barren enough to be taken for the bottom of the sea.
Leonidas took the lad's words for a joke, and it was a joke he did not
relish.
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