Signed and sealed, on the fourth day of the eighty-ninth moon of your majesty's auspicious reign.
CLEFRIN FRELOC.
MARSI FRELOC.
When this inventory was read over to the emperor, he directed me, although in very gentle terms, to deliver up the several particulars.
He first called for my scimitar, which I took out, scabbard and all.

In the meantime, he ordered three thousand of his choicest troops (who then attended him) to surround me at a distance, with their bows and arrows just ready to discharge; but I did not observe it, for mine eyes were wholly fixed upon his majesty.

He then desired me to draw my scimitar, which, although it had got some rust by the sea-water, was in most parts exceedingly bright.

I did so, and immediately all the troops gave a shout between terror and surprise; for the sun shone clear, and the reflection dazzled their eyes, as I waved the scimitar to and fro in my hand.

His majesty, who is a most magnanimous prince, was less daunted than I could expect; he ordered me to return it into the scabbard, and cast it on the ground as gently as I could, about six feet from the end of my chain.
The next thing he demanded was one of the hollow iron pillars, by which he meant my pocket-pistols.