ansport them
arrived, and armed English soldiers superintended the embarkation, which
the Turks hailed from afar with, ferocious cries. The Parganiotes were
landed in Corfu, where they suffered yet more injustice. Under various
pretexts the money promised them was reduced and withheld, until
destitution compelled them to accept the little that was offered. Thus
closed one of the most odious transactions which modern history has been
compelled to record.

The satrap of Janina had arrived at the fulfilment of his wishes. In the
retirement of his fairy-like palace by the lake he could enjoy voluptuous
pleasures to the full. But already seventy-eight years had passed over
his head, and old age had laid the burden of infirmity upon him. His
dreams were dreams of blood, and vainly he sought refuge in chambers
glittering with gold, adorned with arabesques, decorated with costly
armour and covered with the richest of Oriental carpets, remorse stood
ever beside him. Through the magnificence which surrounded him there
constantly passed the gale spectre of Emineh, leading onwards a vast
procession of mournful phantoms, and the guilty pasha buried his face in
his hands and shrieked aloud for help. Sometimes, ashamed of his
weakness, he endeavoured to defy both the reproaches of his conscience
and the opinion of the multitude, and sought to encounter criticism with
bravado. If, by chance, he overheard some blind singer chanting in the
streets the satirical verses which, faithful to the poetical and mocking
genius of them ancestors, the Greeks frequently composed about him, he
would order the singer to be brought, would bid him repeat his verses,
and, applauding him, would relate some fresh anecdote of cruelty, saying,
"Go, add that to thy tale; let thy hearers know what I can do; let them
understand that I stop at nothing in order to overcome my foes! If I
reproach myself with anything, it is only with the deeds I have sometimes
failed to carry out."

Sometimes it was the terrors of the life after death which assailed him.
The thought of eternity brought terrible visions in its train, and Ali
shuddered at the prospect of Al-Sirat, that awful bridge, narrow as a
spider's thread and hanging over the furnaces of Hell; which a Mussulman
must cross in order to arrive at the gate of Paradise. He ceased to joke
about Eblis, the Prince of Evil, and sank by degrees into profound
superstition. He was surrounded by magicians and s