At the gate of the town they encountered a troop of Albanians, who followed as if to escort them, and which increased in number as they proceeded.

Soon they arrived in the dread presence of Ali Pacha.

Grouped in formidable masses around him stood several thousand of his fierce soldiery.
The unhappy Kardikiotes realised their utter helplessness, and saw that they, their wives and children, were completely at the mercy of their implacable enemy.

They fell prostrate before the pacha, and with all the fervour which the utmost terror could inspire, implored him to grant them a generous pardon.
Ali for some time silently enjoyed the pleasure of seeing his ancient enemies lying before him prostrate in the dust.

He then desired them to rise, reassured them, called them brothers, sons, friends of his heart.
Distinguishing some of his old acquaintances, he called them to him, spoke familiarly of the days of their youth, of their games, their early friendships, and pointing to the young men, said, with tears in his eyes, "The discord which has divided us for so many years has allowed children not born at the time of our dissension to grow into men.