“Beauty never turns out ill, and I will give you an example of this; for when the Turks in Galáts burned out one of my eyes, and wanted to burn out the other, the wife of the Pasha saved me on account of my extraordinary beauty, the remnants of which you may see even yet.”
“But you said that the Wallachians burned your eye out.”
“They were Wallachians, but had become Turks, and were serving the Pasha in Galáts.”
“They didn’t burn even one of your eyes out.”
“But from the heated iron a cataract grew on it. It’s all the same. What do you wish to do with your tresses?”
“What! I must cut them off?”
“You must. But how?”
“With your sabre.”
“It is well to cut a head off with this sword, but hair--I don’t know how.”
“Well, I will sit by that log and put my hair across it, you can strike a
