CHAPTER XXVIII
Effenden Pascha was breathless, and for such a phlegmatic individual seemed to be much disturbed.
“Your Majesty,” he said, “I am here on a serious errand.”
The King bowed.
“Proceed, Effenden Pascha.”
“Your Majesty has heard the news from Bekal?”
Ughtred shook his head.
“I have heard nothing!”
The Turk raised his hands. It was incredible!
“Yesterday,” he announced, “a party of my Turks riding harmlessly along the frontier were attacked without warning by a large company of mounted Thetians, and cut to pieces.”