"Don't you feel well?" he asked Musli, who had suddenly become silent. In his excitement he had forgotten the other demands.
"Ah! I have it," he said, and sitting down on the floor at his ease, he took the list from his bosom and extending it on the floor, began reciting Halil Patrona's nominations seriatim.
The Grand Vizier approved of the whole thing, he had no objection to make to anything.
Musli left Janaki's elevation last of all: "He you must make Voivode of Moldavia," said he.
Suddenly Kabakulak went quite deaf. He could not hear a word of Musli's last demand.
Musli drew nearer to him, and making a speaking-trumpet out of his hands, bawled in his ear:
"Janaki I am talking about."
"Yes, yes! I hear, I hear. You want him to be allowed to provide the Sultan's kitchen with the flesh of bullocks and sheep. So be it! He shall have the charge."
"Would that the angel Izrafil might blow his trumpet in thine ear!" said Musli to himself sotto voce. "I am not talking of his trade as a butcher," added he aloud. "I say that he is to be made Prince of Moldavia."
Kabakulak now thought it just as well to show that he heard what had been asked, and replied very gravely: