“Where have they gone?” inquired Fattûḥ.
“Riza Beg is in Salonica,” said I, mentioning one who had eaten out his heart in exile for ten weary years. “He has gone back to his wife and child.”
“He would make haste to join them,” assented Fattûḥ.
“And Meḥmet Pasha is in Constantinople. I saw his name among those who helped to depose the Sultan.”
“He has risen to high honour,” said Fattûḥ. Meḥmet Pasha was another of the proscribed.
“And Suleimân Effendi is deputy for Konia, where he was so long in exile. Oh Fattûḥ, we shall be strangers there now that our friends have gone.”
“Your Excellency will meet them in other cities,” said Fattûḥ. “And they will be free men.”