human
Of a truth thou deservest death, Osman Beg. Thou wouldst have, by thine own writing, put my venerable aunt, beloved of all --and the people cried
gpt
Ameen! Ameen! --
human
I go, as thou wilt have it, King Ibrahim; nor will I return to disgrace and dishonour. But, before I depart, I claim justice at thy hands, justice which thy meanest subjects may claim from thee. Give me my wife. Take honour, rank, estates, what thou wilt, but give me my wife whom I see sitting there with the Dervish of Juldroog. There! he shouted, as he pointed his finger at Zóra;
gpt
He has forfeited clemency; he has insulted the holy saint. Let him die!
human
Is it so, Huzrut? said the King, addressing himself to the old Syud, as soon as silence had been proclaimed;
gpt
he continued, in a soothing voice to Zóra;
human
I have no complaint against him, my lord, replied the Syud.
gpt
For what he did to my child when we were under him at Juldroog, he will answer to God, who mercifully protected and delivered my child and me from cruelty and insults. All that is past now, and we are here in safety; and, for my own part, he is now forgiven. I say, then, leave him to the Lord's will. Ask her, she will not be ashamed to say the truth, even in the midst of thousands of men. Rise, then, Zóra, and the Lord will give thee strength, my child. Thou art a Syud, and a Syud's honour trembles not before righteous judges. Men will not so much as look at thee, child; for a Syud's honour is as precious to them as it is to me and thyself.
human
Fear not, Zóra-bee, said the King, gently,
gpt
Fear not, daughter, no harm can come to thee,