To better understand the events just recited, we must trace some
scenes which had been enacted elsewhere.
During the sojourn of Constantine and Morsinia in Constantinople, the
Turks had made no progress toward the conquest of Albania. The walls
of Croia, upon which they turned their thousands of men, and
exhaustless resources of siege apparatus, served only to display the
valor and skill of the assailants, the superior genius of Castriot,
and the endurance of his bands of patriots.
The haughty Sultan Amurath, broken in health, more by the chagrin of
his ill success than by exposures or casual disease, retired to
Adrianople, in company with his son, Prince Mahomet, who was satisfied
with a few lessons in the science of military manoeuvering as taught
by the dripping sword of Castriot; and preferred to practice his
acquirements upon other and less dangerous antagonists. Prince Mahomet
had scarcely withdrawn to Magnesia in Asia Minor, and celebrated his
nuptials with the daughter of the Turkoman Emir, when news was brought
of the death of his father.
The prince was hardly twenty-one years of age; but his first act was
ominous of the promptitude, self-assertion and diligence of the whole
subsequent career of this man, whose success on the field and in the
divan made him the foremost monarch of his age.
On hearing the news he turned to Captain Ballaban, for whom the young
Padishah entertained the fondest affection, and who had accompanied
him to Magnesia in the capacity of kavass.--
"I shall leave to you, Captain, the duty of representing me at the
burial of my royal father at Brusa, after which meet me at
Adrianople."
Leaping into the saddle, he cried to the company about him, "Let those
who love me, follow me!" and spurred his Arab steed to the Hellespont.
The magnificent cortege of the dead Sultan moved rapidly from the
European capital of the Turks to their ancient one in Asia Minor. The
thoughts of the attendants were more toward the new hand which would
distribute the favors or terrors of empire, than toward the hand which
was now cold.
Captain Ballaban was in time to join the reverent circle which
committed the royal body to its ancestral resting place. They buried
it with simple sepulchral rites, in the open field, unshadowed by
minaret or costly mosque or memorial column; that, as the dying
Padishah had said, "the mercy and blessing of God might come unto him
by the shining of the sun and moon, and the falling of the rain and
dew of heaven upon his grave."
Sultan Mahomet II. was scarcely within the seraglio at Adrianople when
Captain Ballaban reported for duty. Passing through the outer or
common court, he entered by the second gate into the square surrounded
by the barracks of the Janizaries, who, as the body guard of the
monarch, occupied quarters abutting on those of the Sultan.
Near the third gate was gathered a crowd of Janizaries, in angry
debate; for as soon as they realized that the firm and experienced
hand of Amurath was no longer on the helm, the pride and audacity of
this corps inaugurated rebellion.
"The Janizaries have saved the empire, let them enjoy it," cried one.
"Our swords extended the Moslem power, so will we have extension of
privilege," cried another.
"Why should Kalil Pasha be Grand Vizier instead of our chief Aga?
Kalil is one of the Giaour Ortachi.[70]
"Down with the Vizier!" rang among the barracks.
"A mere child is Padishah! one of no judgment the Hunkiar!"
"My brothers," said Captain Ballaban. "You know not the new Padishah.
Well might Amurath have said to him what Othman said to Orchan: 'My
son, I am dying: and I die without regret, because I leave such a
successor as thou art.' Believe me, my brothers, if Mahomet is young,
he is strong. If he is inexperienced in the methods of government, it
is because heaven wills that he shall invent better ones."
"Your head is turned by the Padishah's favors," muttered an old
guardsman.
"But am I not a Janizary?" cried the captain, "and it is as a Janizary
that the Padishah loves me, as he loves us all. I once heard him say
that the white wool on a Janizary's cap was more honorable than the
horse tail on the tent spear of another. Old Selim here can tell you
that, as a child, Mahomet was fonder of the Janizary's mess than of
the feast in the harem."
"Yes," said old Selim, with voice trembling through age, but loud with
the enthusiasm excited by the captain's appeal. "My hands taught
Mahomet his first parries and thrusts; and he would sit by our fire to
listen to the stories of the valor of our corps, and clap his hands,
and cry 'good Selim, I would rather be a Janizary than be a prince.'"
The old man's eyes filled with tears as he added, "And all the four
thousand prophets bless the Padishah!"
While this scene was being enacted without, the young Sultan was
reclining, with the full sense of his new dignity, upon the sofa which
had never been pressed except by the person of royalty. It was covered
with a cloth of gold and crimson velvet, relieved by fringes of
pearls. Before it was spread a carpet of silk, an inch thick, whose
softness, both of texture and tints, made a luxuriant contrast with
its border, which was crocheted with cords of silver and gold. The
walls of his chamber were enriched with tiles of alabaster, agate, and
turquoise. The ceiling was plated with beaten silver, hatched at
intervals with mouldings of gold; near to which were windows of
stained glass made of hundreds of pieces closely joined to form
transparent mosaic pictures, through which the variegated light
flooded the apartment.
Mahomet was himself in striking contrast with his surroundings. He was
dressed in négligé, with loose gown, large slippers, and white skull
cap.
Before the Sultan stood the Grand Vizier, Kalil, bedizened in the
costume of his office:--an enormous turban in whose twisted folds was
a band of gold; a bournous of brocade, enlivened by flowers wrought
upon it in green and red; and a cashmere sash gleaming with the
jewelled handle of his yataghan.
"They are even now in revolt, your Majesty," said the Vizier. "Your
safety will be best served by severe measures. They say the iron has
not grown into your nerves yet."
The Sultan colored. After a moment's pause he replied. "When Captain
Ballaban comes we will think of that matter."
"The captain had just arrived as I entered, Sire."
"Then announce to the Janizaries that the seven thousand falconers and
game keepers which my father allowed to eat up our revenue, as the
bugs infest the trees, are abolished; and their income appropriated to
the better equipment of the Janizaries."
"But, Sire, would you sharpen the fangs of----"
"Silence! I have said it," said Mahomet, striking his hand on his
knee. "But what is this demand from Constantinople?"
"That the pay for the detention of your Cousin Orkran at
Constantinople shall be doubled, or the Greeks will let him loose to
contest the throne with your Majesty."
"Assent to the demand," said the Sultan. "The time will the sooner
come to avenge the insult, if we seem not to see it."
The Vizier continued looking at his tablets. "Maria Sultana[71] asks,
through the Kislar Aga, that she may be allowed, since the death of
her lord, to return to her kindred."
"Let her go! She is a Giaour whose cursed blood was not bettered by
six and twenty years' habitation with my father. She is fair enough in
her wrinkles for some Christian prince, and George Brankovitch needs
to make new alliances."
"Hunyades"--said the Vizier.
"Ay, make peace with him, and with Scanderbeg, too, if that wild beast
can be tamed, which I much doubt."
The Sultan rose from his cushion, his form animated with strong
excitement, and, putting his hand upon the shoulders of the
Vizier--who drew back at the strange familiarity--and looking him
fixedly in the face, he whispered: "Everything must wait,"--and the
words hissed in the hot eagerness with which he said them--"until--I
have Constantinople."
Turning upon his heel, he withdrew toward his private chamber.
The Sultan threw himself upon his bed. The Capee Aga, or chief of the
white eunuchs, whose duty it was to act as valet-de-chambre, as well
as to stand at the right hand of the Sultan on state occasions, began
to draw the curtains around the silver posts upon which the bed
rested.
"You may leave me," said his majesty. "Nay, hold! Send Captain
Ballaban of the Janizaries."
As the young officer entered, the face of the Sultan relaxed.
"You make me a man again, comrade," said he, grasping his hand. "These
few days playing Sultan make me feel as old as the empire. I hate
this parade of boring viziers and mincing eunuchs; and to be shut up
here with these palace proprieties is as irksome to me as Timour's
iron cage was to my grandfather Bajazet. I think I shall put my harem
on horse-back, and take to the fields. Scudding out of Albania with
Scanderbeg at one's heels were preferable to this busy idleness. You
have had a rapid ride to get from Brusa so soon, and look winded. Roll
yourself on that wolf's skin. I killed that fellow in Caramania. By
the turban of Abraham! your red head looks well against the black
hide. But why don't you laugh? Have they made a Padishah of you, too,
that you must mask your face with care?"
"I have a care, Sire," said the soldier.
"Tell me it," said the Sultan, "and I'll make it fly away as fast as
the Prophet's horse took him to the seventh heaven."
"The Janizaries are restless, Sire."
"Does not the donative I have announced pacify them?"
"I have not heard of it," said the officer.
"Listen! Is not that their shout?" Shout after shout rent the air from
the court without.
The Janizary turned pale; but in a moment said, "Your donative has
been announced. They are cheering your Majesty."
"Long live the Padishah!" "Long life to Mahomet!" rang again and
again.
"I thank you, Sire," eagerly cried the young man, kissing the hand of
the Sultan.
"What else would they have?" asked he.
"Nothing but chance to show their gratitude by valiant service," was
the reply.
"This they shall have, with you to lead them," putting his hand on the
young officer's shoulder.
"Nay, Sire, I may not supplant those who are my superiors by virtue of
service already rendered."
"But I command it. The corps shall to-morrow be put under your orders
as their chief Aga."
"I beg your Majesty to desist from this purpose," said Ballaban. "The
spirit of the corps, its efficiency, depends upon the strictest
observance of the ancient rules of Orchan and Aladdin. By them we have
been made what we are."
"But," cried Mahomet angrily, "there shall be no other will than mine
throughout the army."
"I would have no other will than thine, Sire," was the response; "but
it were well if your will should be to leave the Janizaries' rule
untouched."
"You young rebel!" cried Mahomet, half vexed yet half pleased as,
bursting into a laugh, he dashed over the face of his friend a jar of
iced sherbet which was upon a lacquered stand at his side.
"You may thank the devil that it wasn't the arrow I once shot you
with," said the playful tyrant, as Ballaban jumped to his feet.
"If you were not the Sultan now, I would pull you from the bed, as I
pulled you from your horse that day," replied the good-natured
favorite, making a motion as if to execute the threat.
"You are right," said Mahomet rising. "I am Sultan! Sultan? pshaw! Yet
Sultan, surely." He paced the floor in deep agitation, and at length
said, "I have a duty to perform, than which I would rather cut off my
arms."
"Let me do the deed, though it takes my arm and my life," said
Ballaban eagerly.
"You know not what it is, my old comrade."
"But I pledge before I know," was the response which came from
stiffened lips and bowed head, as the captain made his obeisance.
The Sultan looked him in the face long and earnestly, and then,
turning away, said:
"No! no! there are hands less noble than yours."
"But try me, Sire."
"You know the custom of our ancestors, approved by the wisdom of
divans, as an expedient essential to the peace and safety of the
empire, that--But I can not speak it: nor will I ask it of you. Leave
me, Captain. Come to-morrow at this hour. I shall need the relief of
your company then, even more than to-day."
FOOTNOTES:
[70] Brothers of the infidels.
[71] One of the sultanas of Amurath II. and daughter of George
Brankovitch, Despot of Servia.