“Then I ought to have put myself under arrest?”
“Certainly; obedience is necessary in our profession.”
“Would you have obeyed, if you had been in my place?”
“I cannot and will not tell you what I would have done, but I know that if I had disobeyed orders I should have been guilty of a crime.”
“But if I surrendered now I should be treated like a criminal, and much more severely than if I had obeyed that unjust order.”
“I think not. Come with me, and you will know everything.”
“What! Go without knowing what fate may be in store for me? Do not expect it. Let us have dinner. If I am guilty of such a dreadful crime that violence must be used against me, I will surrender only to irresistible force. I cannot be worse off, but there may be blood spilled.”
“You are mistaken, such conduct would only make you more guilty. But I say like you, let us have dinner. A good meal will very likely render you more disposed to listen to reason.”
Our dinner was nearly over, when we heard some noise outside. The lieutenant came in, and informed me that the peasants were gathering in the neighbourhood of my house to defend me, because a rumour had spread through the island that the felucca had been sent with orders to arrest me and take me to Corfu. I told him to undeceive the good fellows, and to send them away, but to give them first a barrel of wine.
The peasants went away satisfied, but, to shew their devotion to me, they all fired their guns.