CHAPTER XXI.

The Castle of Europe—The Traitor’s Gate—The Officer of the

Guard—Military Scruples—The State Prison—The Tower of

Blood—The Janissaries’ Tower—_Cachots

Forcès_—Guard-room—The Bow-string—Frightful Death—The

Signal Gun—The Grand Armoury—Flourishing State of the

Establishment—A Dialogue—The Barracks of the Imperial

Guard—The Persian Kiosk—Courts and Cloisters—The

Kitchen—The Regimental School—A Coming Storm—The

Tempest—Dangerous Passage—Turkish Terror—Kind-hearted

Caïquejhe—Fortunate Escape.

Having obtained an order of admission from one of the Ministers, my

father and myself started early one morning to visit the Fortress of

Mahomet, commonly called by the Franks the Castle of Europe.

I have already stated elsewhere that this was the first _pied-à-terre_

of the Prophet on the European coast; and that the entire pile, forming

the characters of his name, was erected in six days. The strength of the

fortress is much greater than its peculiar construction would lead you

to believe when seen from the sea; and it is altogether an object of

extreme interest.

When our caïque touched the landing-place opposite the Traitor’s Gate,

our dragoman landed to obtain the authority of the officer on guard,

who was sitting on his low wicker stool at the door of the guard-house,

which is built upon the shore of the Bosphorus at the foot of the

exterior wall of the fortress; and his surprise on ascertaining our

errand was so great, that he scarcely removed the chibouk from his lips,

as he declared the impossibility of his admitting us into a stronghold,

within which no Frank had hitherto set his foot—The first European

Fortress of the Prophet—The prison of the Janissaries—The——I know

not what else he might have added, for, in the midst of his harangue, he

suddenly remembered that one of the two applicants for admission on the

present occasion was not only a Frank, but, worse still, a woman; and he

was just beginning to reason upon the fact, when our dragoman stepped in

with the announcement of our order.

His scruples were silenced at once, and he immediately very civilly sent

a corporal and a soldier of the garrison to point out to us the

different localities; and two most intelligent men they proved to be,

who, having been two years on the castle guard, were perfectly competent

to do the melancholy honours of the place.

The Traitor’s Gate is the only seaward entrance to the fortress; and,

when we had stooped to pass its low, wide arch, we found ourselves in a

large court, having on our right hand one of the four principal towers;

and precisely that which has hitherto served as a state prison for

persons of distinction.

In the lower cell of this tower, which contains several ranges of

dungeons, (none of them, however, subterranean), is a stone tunnel,

descending deep into the sea; and beside its mouth is placed a block of

marble, against which the victim knelt to receive the fatal stroke; when

the severed head, and the gory stream that accompanied it, fell into the

tunnel, and were carried by the current far beyond the walls of the

fortress; the body, thus rendered irrecognisable, being afterwards

thrown into the channel. A deep ditch passes near the entrance of this

tower, which opens into an inner court; and, as we ascended a steep

acclivity, and passed beside a ruined mosque, we traced the moat to the

foundation of a second and lower tower, square in form, and castellated

on the summit; distinguished by the fearful appellation of the “Tower of

Blood!” The ditch opens immediately beneath a low archway, excavated in

the foundation of the tower; and its use is similar to that of the

tunnel in the lower prison, being intended to convey away to the sea

all, save the bodies of the criminals executed within its walls, who

were invariably the Aghas, or chiefs of the Janissaries, whom it would

not have been safe to have dishonoured in the eyes of that formidable

body, as it was customary to insult the remains of the less

distinguished of their comrades.

In this ditch one of the soldiers informed us that near four hundred

cases of ammunition had been discovered buried beneath the soil, for the

private use of the Janissaries, in the event of their requiring such an

auxiliary during any popular commotion; and it was singular enough that

the deposit was revealed by the very individual who informed us of it,

and who pointed out the spot where his pickaxe struck against the cover

of one of the chests, when employed with a fatigue party to cleanse the

moat from its accumulated filth.

Hence we ascended to the Janissaries’ Tower, the principal object of our

curiosity. Built on the highest point of land within the walls, even

from the base of this tower you command one of the noblest views in the

world; having on one hand the whole stretch of the channel, to the

opening of the Sea of Marmora; and on the other, the entrance to the

Black Sea; the most sublime coup d’œil in the Bosphorus.

Here two additional attendants with lights were added to the party; and,

having first visited a recess, or cell, in the masonry of the tower,

which we entered by a low, narrow archway, that had been lately

discovered, we stood within the secret magazine of the Janissaries,

where they had built in upwards of six hundred cases of powder: and we

then commenced our survey of the dungeons.

Throughout the whole Tower, which is of great height, and contains seven

ranges of cells, all of them tolerably lofty, there were but two

_cachots forcés_, or dark dungeons; every apartment being furnished with

a narrow, grated aperture for the admission of air and light, and a

small marble cistern for containing water. I wished to explore one of

the two, but was withheld by the soldiers, who assured me that, since

the destruction of the Janissaries, no one had ventured to enter them,

and that they might be, and probably were, _oubliettes_, where one false

step would plunge me headlong to destruction.

Thus warned, I desisted reluctantly from my purpose; and, sooth to say,

we were sufficiently surrounded by horrors, to be enabled to dispense

with one more or less. Our next point was the guard-room; an extensive

apartment, with a floor boarded transversely with narrow planks, forming

a lattice-work, through which the guard could both see and hear the

prisoner beneath; and roofed in the same manner. Having traced the tower

nearly to its summit, we descended, and passing onward a few paces at

its base, we found ourselves in a compartment of the covered way that

connects the towers throughout the fortress; and which was furnished

with large arched doorways on either side. Here, within a recess, hung

an old Roman bow of such strength that no modern arm can bend it; and to

this, as we were informed, the cord was attached used in strangling the

condemned Janissaries. I confess that I thrilled less at the sight of

this instrument of torture, than at the idea of the refinement of

cruelty, which, in a locality replete with gloom, had selected such a

spot for the work of death.

Hither was the victim dragged from his twilight cell. Here, where the

fresh breeze of Heaven came lovingly to his forehead, quivering among

the broad leaves of the wild fig-trees; and dancing on the sunlighted

waters. Hither, where the bright day-beam shed over the world a light

which to him was mockery! What had he to do with the fresh breeze and

the genial beam? His knee was upon the earth, and the cord was about his

neck. One gaze, one long, wild, withering gaze, while his executioners

were busied with the fatal noose; one sigh, the deep concentrated

inspiration of despair; a shriek, a struggle; the last grappling of the

strong man with his murderers, and all was over; the cord was

transferred from the throat to the feet of the victim; and they who were

lately his comrades and his friends, seized the extremity of the fatal

rope, and, dragging after them the yet quivering body, it was thus

hurried ignominiously down the rough and steep stone stair which

traverses the fortress, ere it arrived at the Traitor’s Gate.

But I will pursue the revolting image no further. As the mangled body

was hurled into the sea, the long gun which occupies an embrasure near

the entrance of the fortress was fired, to announce to the authorities

at Constantinople that justice had been done upon the guilty.

Early morning and noon were the periods usually selected for these

executions; and few are the individuals who have been long resident in

Turkey, who can fail to remember the dismal report of the solitary gun

as it came booming over the Bosphorus!

The few houses built within the walls of the fortress are surrounded by

cheerful gardens, and are kept in tolerable repair. As we left the

castle, we were politely accosted by the officer on guard, who inquired

whether we desired to visit the fortress on the opposite coast, which

was formerly used as a prison for the Bostangis, or Imperial Body Guard;

the order with which we were furnished sufficing for both. But I had

become so heart-sick among the dungeons of the Janissaries, that I

prevailed on my father to decline the proposal; and we accordingly

reembarked, and proceeded to the Grand Armoury at Dolma Batchè.

Here again we were obliged to avail ourselves of our order, no female

ever having been hitherto admitted within the gates of the

establishment; but it was merely the delay of a moment, and, having

passed the entrance, we stood within a spacious court forming the centre

of the quadrangle, surrounded by the entrances of the several workshops,

and furnished with an immense marble reservoir containing water for the

supply of the artificers.

The greatest activity and order prevails throughout the whole

establishment. Fifteen hundred men are constantly employed within the

walls; and their wages vary from one to two shillings a day, according

to the difficulty of the work, and their ability to execute it

creditably. No distinction either of creed or nation operates against

the reception of an artificer; Turks, Greeks, Armenians, Bulgarians, and

Jews are alike eligible, if capable of performing their allotted duties;

but the most difficult and finished branches of the different

departments are almost universally confided to Armenian workmen, who are

the best artificers of the East.

The nominal head of the establishment is a Turk, but he does not

interfere beyond making a weekly survey to ascertain that all is

progressing satisfactorily; while his deputy, who is an Armenian, enters

into the detail of the labour, makes the contracts for timber and metal,

pays the workmen, and performs every other responsible duty. The number

of firelocks completed daily, and sent across each evening to the

Armoury within the walls of the Seraï Bournou, was stated to us to

average seventy; but this was probably an exaggeration.

The musket-barrels are at present bored by hand-machinery, and between

forty and fifty men are constantly employed at this labour alone; but a

substantial and handsome stone edifice is now constructing in the

immediate neighbourhood, under the superintendence, and according to the

design, of an English architect, to which this branch of the

establishment is to be transferred, and where the work is to be done by

steam; by which means a great ultimate saving will be effected.

One of the muskets furnished with a spring bayonet was shown to us,

which, although not equal in finish, and more heavy in form than those

of Europe, was, nevertheless, very creditable to an establishment, that

is yet comparatively in its infancy. I was much amused by the

astonishment of a respectable old Turk who was superintendent of the

finishing department, when he saw me engaged with my father in examining

this musket. “What pleasure can a Frank woman find in looking at

fire-arms?” he asked the Dragoman; “One of our females would be afraid

to touch such a thing. Where does she come from? and how came they to

let her in here?” The reply of the interpreter surprised him still more.

“Mashallàh!” he exclaimed, approaching me with a look of comic

earnestness. “Did the Pasha send her? Why, she is but a girl. How should

she know how to write books better than our women who never do so?”

“Because your women are shut up”—replied the Dragoman.

The Turk nodded assent; “True enough, true enough; they cannot learn of

the walls. The Franks see and hear, and travel over land and sea; and

that is why they know more than we who remain at home, and ask no

questions.”

I give this little dialogue, because it strikes me as being very

characteristic. How often have I been reminded by the Turkish women that

if I had learnt many things of which they were ignorant, I had taken a

great deal of trouble to acquire them, while they had remained

comfortably at home without care or fatigue.

From the Armoury we crossed over to the barracks of the Imperial Guard

at Scutari, where my appearance created as much astonishment among the

troops as though I had come to take the command of the garrison; and

once more I was stopped by the officer on guard; but, as Achmet Pacha

had prepared the Commandant for our visit, he was immediately summoned

by the Dragoman, and received us with the greatest politeness.

This magnificent barrack is nearly quadrangular, the centre of the

fourth side being occupied by low workshops, and a noble gateway opening

upon an exercise ground, at whose extremity on the edge of the rock

overhanging the sea stands the Persian Kiosk of the Sultan. Nothing can

be conceived more grand than the view from this graceful summer pavilion

whence you command the port, the channel, the city of Constantinople,

Pera, Galata, and every object of interest and beauty in the

neighbourhood of the capital; the picturesque Seraï Bournou; and far,

far away, the Sea of Marmora, and the dark mountains of Asia. The

prevalence of northerly winds had prevented any vessel from entering the

Golden Horn during the three preceding weeks, and a little fleet of

about thirty merchant-men were lying at anchor under the very windows of

the Kiosk, giving the last touch of loveliness to the scene spread out

before us.

The whole interior extent of the barrack is furnished with arched

cloisters along each story of the building; by which means a sufficient

space is ensured for the purposes of drill and exercise during inclement

weather. The cleanliness of the rooms was beautiful; and here, as

elsewhere, we had occasion to remark the extremely orderly conduct of

the troops. We were standing in the yard of a barrack containing five

thousand men, and there was not sufficient noise to have annoyed an

invalid. The barrack was constructed to accommodate fifteen thousand,

but it is at present garrisoned only by four regiments, and a brigade of

artillery, whose stabling is situated under the lower range of

cloisters. The kitchen is fitted up with steam; and the steam-tables are

of white marble, with which material the vegetable store is entirely

lined. Meat and pillauf are furnished daily to the troops in ample

quantities; and all their clothing is supplied by the government, while

the sum allowed as pay, for the purchase of coffee, fruit, and similar

luxuries, is greater than that given to Russian soldiers, who are

moreover obliged to furnish themselves with several articles of

clothing. The workshops were thronged; that of the shoemakers contained

a hundred and sixty individuals, who were making shoes of every

description, from the coarse slipper of the private, to the

neatly-finished boot of the Pasha. Every member of the Imperial Guard is

furnished from these workshops, and five hundred men are instructed in

each trade, who relieve one another in the event of duty or sickness.

The Regimental School was a model of neatness and order, and the number

of pupils very considerable; all the children of the Imperial Guard

being expected to attend it, whatever may be the rank of their fathers.

Many of the sergeants and corporals were studying geography; and on a

table in the centre of a second and smaller apartment, stood a handsome

set of Newton’s globes. Of the imitative talent of the Turks I have

already spoken; and on this occasion we were shown a map of Iceland,

etched by a corporal of the guard, in as good style as any pen and ink

drawing that I ever saw from the college at Sandhurst.

The arms, as I have already remarked to be universal with the Turkish

troops, were in the most admirable order, and the stores containing

clothing were well filled, and very neatly arranged. We declined

visiting the Hospital, as three recent cases of Plague had occurred

there; added to which we discovered certain threatenings in the sky

which denoted a coming storm; and, as the passage from Scutari to

Topphannè is, though comparatively short, extremely dangerous in the

event of a sudden tempest, we spent half an hour with the Commandant in

his apartment, where we partook of some exquisite sherbet, made from the

juice of the green lemon; and hurried thence to the pier, laden with a

basket of the delicious grapes and melons of Asia. But we had already

lingered too long: the wind was blowing briskly from the Black Sea; and

the distant shores were veiled in dense and heavy vapour.

We had just reached the Maiden’s Tower when the gust caught us. Of all

the environs of the Bosphorus this is the most dangerous, for the

current runs madly out into the Sea of Marmora; and the wind, released

from the Asian mountains which hem it in to the point of Scutari, is

suddenly set free in all its violence. Hence it arises that, in the

immediate neighbourhood of the Maiden’s Tower, more caïques are wrecked

during the year than in the whole of the channel; and there we were,

every wave dashing angrily against the side of the frail boat, and

pouring over us its foaming waters; the wind driving us down the

current, and the Turkish boatmen scarcely able to ejaculate their

“Mashallàhs!” and “Inshallàhs!” from the terror which made their teeth

chatter in their heads.

It was a frightful moment. At one instant we made way; at the next we

were carried back by the force of the current; we could not guess how

the affair would terminate; but meanwhile the venerable old caïquejhe

who pulled the after-oars, amid all his alarm sought to comfort me:

“Tell her,” he said perpetually to the dragoman, “tell her that there is

no danger; she is a woman, and the fear may kill her. My heart is sick

and I can scarcely pull, for my hand trembles, and my breath fails; but

console her—tell her that we shall soon be across the channel—that I

will put her ashore somewhere—anywhere—tell her what you will, for she

is a woman, and I pity her.”

But, grateful as I was for his consideration, I did not require comfort;

I had already escaped from so many dangers at sea, that I never for a

moment contemplated drowning on the present occasion; and I took some

credit to myself for upholding the honour of my sex for courage in the

eyes of the kind-hearted old Turkish caïquejhe. With considerable

difficulty we at length made the pier at Topphannè, and, a voyage

homeward being perfectly out of the question, we ascended the steep hill

to Pera, wet and weary as we were; and passed the night under the roof

of a worthy and hospitable Greek friend, listening to the wild gusts

which swept down the channel, and congratulating ourselves on our escape

from a danger as unexpected as it was imminent.

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