As for the Houses and Streets of _Amasia_, there is little or no Beauty in them. Their Houses are built of Loom, as they are in _Spain_, plain at top without any Roof, and what covering they have is of Loom or Clay too. They have some old piece of a Pillar, Cylinder or Roller, which they turn up and down to stop any Chink or Crevice, made either by Rain or Wind. The Inhabitants, in former Times, lay down to sleep in the open Air. As for Rains, they are not great, nor frequent in those Parts; but if at any time a Shower falls, the Loomy Droppings from the Eaves, do wofully dirty the Cloths of those that pass under them. I saw there a certain young noble Person, living not far from me, at his Supper, after the old _Roman_ fashion, lying on a Bed. As soon as I came to _Amasia_, we were introduced to compliment the supreme Vizier _Achmet_, and the rest of the _Bashaw_’s, for their Emperor was then gone abroad; we treated with them a while concerning the Contents of our Embassy; and because they would not seem to prejudice us, they lent us a favourable Ear; referring all, however, to the Will and Pleasure of their Emperor. When he came home, we were led into his Presence, for Audience; but he entertain’d us (and the Reasons we alledg’d in the Speech we made him, according to the Command of my Master) with a sour and frowning Look. He sate upon a low Throne, not above a Foot from the Ground, but it was all covered over with rich Tapestry, and with Cushions exquisitely wrought. His Bow and Arrows lay by his side, he himself (as I said) looked sternly upon us; and yet there was a certain Majesty, mix’d with Severity, in his Countenance. Each of us, as we entred the Room, was led up towards him by some of his Bed-chamber Officers, who held us by the Arm, (for so they use to introduce Ambassadors, ever since a certain _Croatian_, desiring to speak with _Amurath_, and drawing near to him so to do, slew him in revenge of the death of his Master, _Mark_ the _Despot_ of _Servia_, who was killed by the said _Amurath_): and afterwards, as if we had kiss’d his Hand, we were led backward to the opposite part of the Room; for the _Turks_ count it an unmannerly thing to turn any of their Back-parts to their Prince. From thence I had liberty to declare our Master’s Commands; but they suited not with his lofty, imperious Spirit, who thought that nothing ought to be denied him, for they were daring and high; so that he, as disdaining them, said nothing but _Giusel, Giusel!_ (i. e.) _Well, Well!_ And so we were dismissed to our Lodgings.