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Haidee.

           "

           "Because,mylord,"saidHaideeeagerly,"mymiseriesrecalltometheremembranceofyourgoodness."

           Albertlookedatherwithcuriosity,forshehadnotyetrelatedwhathemostdesiredtoknowhowshehadbecometheslaveofthecount.Haideesawataglancethesameexpressionpervadingthecountenancesofhertwoauditors;sheexclaimed,‘Whenmymotherrecoveredhersenseswewerebeforetheserasker.‘Kill,’saidshe,‘butsparethehonorofthewidowofAli.’—‘Itisnottometowhomyoumustaddressyourself,’saidKoorshid.

           "‘Towhom,then?’—‘Toyournewmaster.’

           "‘Whoandwhereishe?’—‘Heishere.’

           "AndKoorshidpointedoutonewhohadmorethananycontributedtothedeathofmyfather,"saidHaidee,inatoneofchastenedanger."Then,"saidAlbert,"youbecamethepropertyofthisman?"

           "No,"repliedHaidee,"hedidnotdaretokeepus,soweweresoldtosomeslave-merchantswhoweregoingtoConstantinople.WetraversedGreece,andarrivedhalfdeadattheimperialgates.Theyweresurroundedbyacrowdofpeople,whoopenedawayforustopass,whensuddenlymymother,havinglookedcloselyatanobjectwhichwasattractingtheirattention,utteredapiercingcryandfelltotheground,pointingasshedidsotoaheadwhichwasplacedoverthegates,andbeneathwhichwereinscribedthesewords:

           "‘ThisistheheadofAliTepeliniPashaofYanina

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