Thus they silently departed with blubber’d Eyes, and sad Hearts, to their Tents, where they both lamented and pitied the woful Fate of unhappy _Mustapha_, sometimes inveighing against the Madness and Rage of his old doating Father, at other Times exclaiming at the Fraud and Cruelty of his Step-Mother, and anon cursing the Wickedness of _Rustan_, with direful Imprecations for extinguishing so great a Light of the _Ottoman_ Family, so that all that Day was a Fasting-day to them, they did not sip so much as a drop of Water; yea, some of them continued their Abstinence for many Days after. In short, there was such a Face of Mourning over the whole Army, which was not like to cease in many Days, that _Solyman_ in Policy, and in a seeming Compliance with the Sentiments of his People, deprived _Rustan_ of his Office (it being thought by his own Consent) and Banished him, as a private Person to _Constantinople_, substituting _Achmat_ Bashaw to the _Grand-Vizier-ship_ in his Room, a Man of more Courage than Conduct. Upon this Alteration, the public Grief was somewhat abated, and the Soldiers Rage pacified; for the Commonalty was made to believe, That _Solyman_ at last had found out the Wickedness of _Rustan_, and the Inchantments of his Wife; and that now he repented, though it were late, first of his Cruelty to _Mustapha_. and thereupon had banished _Rustan_ from his Presence, and that he would not spare his Wife neither, as soon as he came to _Constantinople_. As for _Rustan_, he pretended great Sorrow, and departed to _Constantinople_, without seeming to have the least hope, ever to be restored to his former Dignity.