When I was certainly inform’d that the _Sultan_ was ready to pass over into _Asia_, and that the Day was fix’d for his Departure, I told my _Chiaux_ that I had a mind to see him march out, and therefore he should come betimes in the Morning and open the Doors, for he used to carry the Keys of my Doors home with him at Night; he promised me courteously, he would do so. Then I order’d my _Janizaries_ and my Interpreters, to take me an upper Room in the way the Emperor was to pass, convenient for my View: They obeyed my Commands. When the Day was come, I rose before ’twas light, and expected that my _Chiaux_ had opened my Doors; but finding them shut, I sent several Messengers to him, to come and let me out, both my _Janizaries_ that waited within Doors, and _Druggermen_ that waited to come in: This I did, through the Chinks of the Gate, which was very old; but the _Chiaux_ still spun Delays, pretending he would come presently. Thus I spent some time, till I heard the noise of the Guns, which the _Janizaries_ use to fire, when their Emperor takes Horse; then I began to fret and fume, seeing my self so deluded. My Disappointment and just Indignation did affect the _Janizaries_ themselves: they told me, that if my People would thrust hard with them, they without would so press upon the Valves, which were loose and old, that the Bars would fall out. I took their Counsel; the Doors flew open accordingly, and out we went, hastening to the Room I had hired. My _Chiaux_ had a mind to frustrate my Desire, and yet he was no bad Man neither; for having communicated my Request to the _Bashaws_, they were not willing that any Christian should behold their Prince marching with so small Force against his own Son, and therefore, said they to him, do you promise him fair, but be sure to delay him till the _Sultan_ is a Shipboard; then you may think of some Excuse or other to bring you off.