truth, all the rest, the ten thousand talari, the thousand gold
pieces, and the fine weapons, were all, yes all, drunk up by the
thirsty treasury of the Turkish
admiral. My position was the more
perilous because that very
admiral happened to be Chosrew pacha. After
I routed him, the fellow had managed to
obtain a position which is
equal to that of our Admiral of the Fleet--"
"But I thought he was in the
cavalry?" said Pere Leger, who had
followed the
narrative with the deepest attention.
"Dear me! how little the East is understood in the French provinces!"
cried Georges. "Monsieur, I'll explain the Turks to you. You are a
farmer; the Padishah (that's the Sultan) makes you a
marshal; if you
don't
fulfil your functions to his
satisfaction, so much the worse for
you, he cuts your head off; that's his way of dismissing his
functionaries. A
gardener is made a prefect; and the prime minister
comes down to be a foot-boy. The Ottomans have no
system of promotion
and no hierarchy. From a
cavalry officer Chosrew simply became a naval
officer. Sultan Mahmoud ordered him to
capture Ali by sea; and he did
get hold of him, assisted by those beggarly English--who put their paw
on most of the treasure. This Chosrew, who had not forgotten the
riding-lesson I gave him, recognized me. You understand, my goose was
cooked, oh, brown! when it suddenly came into my head to claim
protection as a Frenchman and a troubadour from Monsieur de Riviere.
The
ambassador, enchanted to find something to show him off, demanded
that I should be set at liberty. The Turks have one good trait in
their nature; they are as
willing to let you go as they are to cut
your head off; they are
indifferent to everything. The French consul,
charming fellow, friend of Chosrew, made him give back two thousand of
the talari, and,
consequently, his name is, as I may say, graven on my
heart--"
"What was his name?" asked Monsieur de Serizy; and a look of some
surprise passed over his face as Georges named,
correctly, one of our
most
distinguished consul-generals who happened at that time to be
stationed at Smyrna.
"I assisted," added Georges, "at the
execution of the Governor of
Smyrna, whom the Sultan had ordered Chosrew to put to death. It was
one of the most curious things I ever saw, though I've seen many,--
I'll tell you about it when we stop for breakfast. From Smyrna I
crossed to Spain,
hearing there was a revolution there. I went
straight to Mina, who appointed me as his aide-de-camp with the rank
of
colonel. I fought for the
constitutional cause, which will
certainly be defeated when we enter Spain--as we
undoubtedly shall,
some of these days--"
"You, a French soldier!" said the count,
sternly. "You show
extraordinary confidence in the
discretion of those who are listening
to you."
"But there are no spies here," said Georges.
"Are you aware, Colonel Georges," continued the count, "that the Court
of Peers is at this very time inquiring into a
conspiracy which has
made the government
extremelysevere in its
treatment of French
soldiers who bear arms against France, and who deal in foreign
intrigues for the purpose of overthrowing our
legitimate sovereigns."
On
hearing this stern admonition the
painter turned red to his ears
and looked at Mistigris, who seemed dumfounded.
"Well," said Pere Leger, "what next?"
"If," continued the count, "I were a magistrate, it would be my duty
to order the gendarmes at Pierrefitte to
arrest the aide-de-camp of
Mina, and to
summon all present in this
vehicle to
testify to his
words."
This speech stopped Georges'
narrative all the more surely, because at
this moment the coucou reached the guard-house of a
brigade of
gendarmerie,--the white flag floating, as the
orthodoxsaying is, upon
the breeze.
"You have too many
decorations to do such a dastardly thing," said
Oscar.
"Never mind; we'll catch up with him soon," whispered Georges in the
lad's ear.
"Colonel," cried Leger, who was a good deal disturbed by the count's
outburst, and wanted to change the conversation, "in all these
countries where you have been, what sort of farming do they do? How do
they vary the crops?"
"Well, in the first place, my good fellow, you must understand, they
are too busy cropping off each others' heads to think much of cropping
the ground."
The count couldn't help smiling; and that smile reassured the
narrator.
"They have a way of cultivating which you will think very queer. They
don't
cultivate at all; that's their style of farming. The Turks and
the Greeks, they eat onions or rise. They get opium from poppies, and
it gives them a fine
revenue. Then they have
tobacco, which grows of
itself, famous latakiah! and dates! and all kinds of sweet things that
don't need
cultivation. It is a country full of resources and
commerce. They make fine rugs at Smyrna, and not dear."
"But," persisted Leger, "if the rugs are made of wool they must come
from sheep; and to have sheep you must have fields, farms, culture--"
"Well, there may be something of that sort," replied Georges. "But
their chief crop, rice, grows in the water. As for me, I have only
been along the coasts and seen the parts that are devastated by war.
Besides, I have the deepest aversion to statistics."
"How about the taxes?" asked the farmer.
"Oh! the taxes are heavy; they take all a man has, and leave him the
rest. The pacha of Egypt was so struck with the advantages of that
system, that, when I came away he was on the point of organizing his
own
administration on that footing--"
"But," said Leger, who no longer understood a single word, "how?"
"How?" said Georges. "Why, agents go round and take all the harvests,
and leave the fellahs just enough to live on. That's a
system that
does away with stamped papers and bureaucracy, the curse of France,
hein?"
"By
virtue of what right?" said Leger.
"Right? why it is a land of despotism. They haven't any rights. Don't
you know the fine
definition Montesquieu gives of despotism. 'Like the
savage, it cuts down the tree to gather the fruits.' They don't tax,
they take everything."
"And that's what our rulers are
trying to bring us to. 'Tax vobiscum,'
--no, thank you!" said Mistigris.
"But that is what we ARE coming to," said the count. "Therefore, those
who own land will do well to sell it. Monsieur Schinner must have seen
how things are tending in Italy, where the taxes are enormous."
"Corpo di Bacco! the Pope is laying it on heavily," replied Schinner.
"But the people are used to it. Besides, Italians are so good-natured
that if you let 'em murder a few travellers along the highways they're
contented."
"I see, Monsieur Schinner," said the count, "that you are not wearing
the
decoration you
obtained in 1819; it seems the fashion nowadays not
to wear orders."
Mistigris and the pretended Schinner blushed to their ears.
"Well, with me," said the artist, "the case is different. It isn't on
account of fashion; but I don't want to be recognized. Have the
goodness not to
betray me,
monsieur; I am
supposed to be a little
painter of no consequence,--a mere decorator. I'm on may way to a
chateau where I mustn't rouse the slightest suspicion."
"Ah! I see," said the count, "some intrigue,--a love affair! Youth is
happy!"
Oscar, who was writhing in his skin at being a nobody and having
nothing to say, gazed at Colonel Czerni-Georges and at the famous