But the Berber-Bashi was inexorable.
"No," said he, "I will take away the girl, and your treasures also shall
be mine. Ye are the children of Death; yea, all of you who are now
drawing the breath of life in this house, for to have heard the secret
that this slave-girl has blabbed out is sufficient to kill anyone thrice
over. I command you, Irene, to take up your veil and follow me, and you
others must remain here till the Debedzik with the cord comes to fetch
you also."
With these words he cast Janaki from him, approached the damsel and
seized her hand. Halil never once relaxed his embrace.
"Come with me!"
"Blessed Mary! Blessed Mary!" moaned the girl.
"Your guardian saints are powerless to help you now, for your husband's
lips have touched you; come with me!"
Then only did Halil speak. His voice was so deep, gruff, and stern, that
those who heard it scarce recognised it for his:
"Leave go of my wife, Ali Kermesh!" cried he.
"Silence thou dog! in another hour thou wilt be hanging up before thine
own gate."
"Once more I ask you--leave go of my wife, Ali Kermesh!"
Instead of answering, the Berber-Bashi would, with one hand, have torn
the wife from her husband's bosom while he clutched hold of Halil with
the other, whereupon Halil brought down his fist so heavily on the skull
of the Berber-Bashi that he instantly collapsed without uttering a
single word.
"What have you done?" cried Janaki in terror. "You have killed the chief
barber of the Sultan!"
"Yes, I rather fancy I have," replied Halil coolly.
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