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
With such a hero, it is evident that the book must abound in stirring
and even tremendous scenes; but, though primarily a novel of incident,
it contains not a few fine studies of Oriental character, both Turkish
and Greek, by an absolutely impartial observer, who can detect the
worth of the Osmanli in the midst of his apathy and brutality, and
who, although sympathetically inclined towards the Hellenes, is by no
means blind to their craft and double-dealing, happily satirized in
the comic character of Leonidas Argyrocantharides.
Finally, I have taken the liberty to alter the title of the story.
_Janicsárok végnapjai_ (_The Last Days of the Janissaries_) is too
glaringly inapt to pass muster, inasmuch as the rebellion and
annihilation of that dangerous corps is a mere inessential episode at
the end of the story. I have, therefore, given the place of honor on
the title-page to Ali Pasha--the Lion of Janina.
I have added a glossary of the Turkish words used by the author in
these pages.
R. NISBET BAIN.
Contents
Chapter Page
I. THE CAVERNS OF SELEUCIA 1
II. EMINAH 19
III. A TURKISH PARADISE 45
IV. GASKHO BEY 62
V. A MAN IN THE MIDST OF DANGERS 72
VI. THE LION IN THE FOX'S SKIN 78
VII. THE ALBANIAN FAMILY 105
VIII. THE PEN OF MAHMOUD 110
IX. THE CIRCASSIAN AND HIS FAMILY 129
X. THE AVENGER 160
XI. THE FLOWERS OF THE GARDEN OF BEGTASH 187
XII. THE SHIPWRECK OF LEONIDAS 198
XIII. A BALL IN THE SERAGLIO 213
XIV. KURSHID PASHA 238
XV. CARETTO 244
XVI. EMINAH 252
XVII. THE SILVER PEDESTAL IN FRONT OF THE SERAGLIO 262
XVIII. THE BROKEN SWORDS 275
GLOSSARY OF TURKISH WORDS 293
The Lion of Janina
CHAPTER I
THE CAVERNS OF SELEUCIA
A savage, barren, inhospitable region lies before us, the cavernous
valley of Seleucia--a veritable home for an anchorite, for there is
nothing therein to remind one of the living world; the whole district
resembles a vast ruined tomb, with its base overgrown by green weeds.
Here is everything which begets gloom--the blackest religious
fanaticism, the darkest monstrosities of superstition--while an
eternal malediction seems to brood like a heavy mist over this region,
created surely by God's left hand, scattering abroad gigantic rocky
fragments, smiting the earth with unfruitfulness, and making it
uninhabitable by the children of men.
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