with incredible celerity iskander and his cavalry dashed over the plains of roumelia, and never halted, except for short and hurried intervals of rest and repose, until they had entered the mountainous borders of epirus, and were within fifty miles of its capital, croia. on the eve of entering the kingdom of his fathers, iskander ordered his guards to produce the chief secretary of karam bey. exhausted with fatigue, vexation, and terror, the disconsolate mousa was led forward.

“cheer up, worthy mousa!” said iskander, lying his length on the green turf. “we have had a sharp ride; but i doubt not we shall soon find ourselves, by the blessing of god, in good quarters. there is a city at hand which they call croia, and in which once, as the rumour runs, the son of my father should not have had to go seek for an entrance. no matter. methinks, worthy mousa, thou art the only man in our society that can sign thy name. come now, write me an order signed karam bey to the governor of this said city, for its delivery up to the valiant champion of the crescent, iskander, and thou shalt ride in future at a pace more suitable to a secretary.”

the worthy mousa humbled himself to the ground, and then talking his writing materials from his girdle, inscribed the desired order, and delivered it to iskander, who, glancing at the inscription, pushed it into his vest.

“i shall proceed at once to croia, with a few friends,” said iskander; “do you, my bold companions, follow me this eve in various parties, and in various routes. at dead of the second night, collect in silence before the gates of croia!”

thus speaking, iskander called for his now refreshed charger, and, accompanied by two hundred horsemen, bade farewell for a brief period to his troops, and soon having crossed the mountains, descended into the fertile plains of epirus.

when the sun rose in the morning, iskander and his friends beheld at the further end of the plain a very fine city shining in the light. it was surrounded with lofty turreted walls flanked by square towers, and was built upon a gentle eminence, which gave it a very majestic appearance. behind it rose a lofty range of purple mountains of very picturesque form, and the highest peaks capped with snow. a noble lake, from which troops of wild fowl occasionally rose, expanded like a sheet of silver on one side of the city. the green breast of the contiguous hills sparkled with white houses.

“behold croia!” exclaimed iskander. “our old fathers could choose a site, comrades. we shall see whether they expended their time and treasure for strangers, or their own seed.” so saying, he spurred his horse, and with panting hearts and smiling faces, iskander and his company had soon arrived in the vicinity of the city.

the city was surrounded by a beautiful region of corn-fields and fruit-trees. the road was arched with the over-hanging boughs. the birds chirped on every spray. it was a blithe and merry morn. iskander plucked a bunch of olives as he cantered along. “dear friends,” he said, looking round with an inspiring smile, “let us gather our first harvest!” and, thereupon, each putting forth his rapid hand, seized, as he rushed by, the emblem of possession, and following the example of his leader, placed it in his cap.

they arrived at the gates of the city, which was strongly garrisoned; and iskander, followed by his train, galloped up the height of the citadel. alighting from his horse, he was ushered into the divan of the governor, an ancient pacha, who received the conqueror of caramania with all the respect that became so illustrious a champion of the crescent. after the usual forms of ceremonious hospitality, iskander, with a courteous air presented him the order for delivering up the citadel; and the old pacha, resigning himself to the loss of his post with oriental submission, instantly delivered the keys of the citadel and town to iskander, and requested permission immediately to quit the scene of his late command.

quitting the citadel, iskander now proceeded through the whole town, and in the afternoon reviewed the turkish garrison in the great square. as the late governor was very anxious to quit croia that very day, iskander insisted on a considerable portion of the garrison accompanying him as a guard of honour, and returning the next morning. the rest he divided in several quarters, and placed the gates in charge of his own companions.

at midnight the epirots, faithful to their orders, arrived and united beneath the walls of the city, and after inter-changing the signals agreed upon, the gates were opened. a large body instantly marched and secured the citadel. the rest, conducted by appointed leaders, surrounded the turks in their quarters. and suddenly, in the noon of night, in that great city, arose a clang so dreadful that people leapt up from their sleep and stared with stupor. instantly the terrace of every house blazed with torches, and it became as light as day. troops of armed men were charging down the streets, brandishing their scimitars and yataghans, and exclaiming, “the cross, the cross!” “liberty!” “greece!” “iskander and epirus!” the townsmen recognised their countrymen by their language and their dress. the name of iskander acted as a spell. they stopt not to inquire. a magic sympathy at once persuaded them that this great man had, by the grace of heaven, recurred to the creed and country of his fathers. and so every townsman, seizing the nearest weapon, with a spirit of patriotic frenzy, rushed into the streets, crying out, “the cross, the cross!” “liberty!” “greece!” “iskander and epirus!” ay! even the women lost all womanly fears, and stimulated instead of soothing the impulse of their masters. they fetched them arms, they held the torches, they sent them forth with vows and prayers and imprecations, their children clinging to their robes, and repeating with enthusiasm, phrases which they could not comprehend.

the turks fought with the desperation of men who feel that they are betrayed, and must be victims. the small and isolated bodies were soon massacred, all with cold steel, for at this time, although some of the terrible inventions of modern warfare were introduced, their use was not general. the citadel, indeed, was fortified with cannon; but the greater part of the soldiery trusted to their crooked swords, and their unerring javelins. the main force of the turkish garrison had been quartered in an old palace of the archbishop, situate in the middle of the city on a slightly rising and open ground, a massy building of rustic stone. here the turks, although surrounded, defended themselves desperately, using their cross bows with terrible effect; and hither, the rest of the city being now secured, iskander himself repaired to achieve its complete deliverance.

the greeks had endeavoured to carry the principal entrance of the palace by main force, but the strength of the portal had resisted their utmost exertions, and the arrows of the besieged had at length forced them to retire to a distance. iskander directed that two pieces of cannon should be dragged down from the citadel, and then played against the entrance. in the meantime, he ordered immense piles of damp faggots to be lit before the building, the smoke of which prevented the besieged from taking any aim. the ardour of the people was so great that the cannon were soon served against the palace, and their effects were speedily remarked. the massy portal shook; a few blows of the battering ram, and it fell. the turks sallied forth, were received with a shower of greek fire, and driven in with agonising yells. some endeavoured to escape from the windows, and were speared or cut down; some appeared wringing their hands in despair upon the terraced roof. suddenly the palace was announced to be on fire. a tall white-blueish flame darted up from a cloud of smoke, and soon, as if by magic, the whole back of the building was encompassed with rising tongues of red and raging light. amid a babel of shrieks, and shouts, and cheers, and prayers, and curses, the roof of the palace fell in with a crash, which produced amid the besiegers an awful and momentary silence, but in an instant they started from their strange inactivity, and rushing forward, leapt into the smoking ruins, and at the same time completed the massacre and achieved their freedom.