Captured by the Turks there, certain death had awaited him and shameful death, as a rebel against the Sublime Porte.

The Master had rescued him, and taken thereby a scar that would go with him to the grave; but that, now, does not concern our tale.

Only we say again that Rrisa's life lay always in the hands of this man, to do with as he would.
None the less, Rrisa answered the question with a mere: "Master, I cannot say." "Thou knowest the name of the place where thou wast born ?" demanded the Master, calmly, from where he sat by the table.
"_A_ (yes), _M'alme_, by the beard of M'hamed, I do!" "Well, what is it ?" Rrisa shrugged his thin shoulders.
"A tent, a hut?
A village, a town, a city ?" "A city, Master.

A great city, indeed.

But its name I may not tell you." "The map, here, shows nothing, Rrisa.