At the same time the garrison withdrew, the Imperial standard displayed its blazonry, and the lake castle was occupied by the troops of the Seraskier, who rent the air with their acclamations.
It was then noon.

Ali, in the island, had lost all illusions.

His pulse beat violently, but his countenance did not betray his mental trouble.
It was noticed that he appeared at intervals to be lost in profound thought, that he yawned frequently, and continually drew his fingers through his beard.

He drank coffee and iced water several times, incessantly looked at his watch, and, taking his field-glass, surveyed by turns the camp, the castles of Janina, the Pindus range, and the peaceful waters of the lake.

Occasionally he glanced at his weapons, and then his eyes sparkled with the fire of youth and of courage.