He paid no attention to them, but rode till his horse fell dead by the lake which had engulfed Euphrosyne, and then, taking a boat, he went to hide his grief and rage in his own palace.
Ali, caring little for passion which evaporated in tears and cries, sent an order to Mouktar to appear before him at once.

"He will not kill you," he remarked to his messenger, with a bitter smile.

And, in fact, the man who a moment before was furiously raging and storming against his father, as if overwhelmed by this imperious message, calmed down, and obeyed.
"Come hither, Mouktar," said the pacha, extending his murderous hand to be kissed as soon as his son appeared.

"I shall take no notice of your anger, but in future never forget that a man who braves public opinion as I do fears nothing in the world.

You can go now; when your troops have rested from their march, you can come and ask for orders.