Less fortunate was the Prevesa division, which, terrified by a sudden and unexpected attack, fled in disorder to a Greek convent called Zalongos.  But the gate was soon broken down, and the unhappy Suliots massacred to the last man.

The women, whose tents had been pitched on the summit of a lofty rock, beheld the terrible carnage which destroyed their defenders.  Henceforth their only prospect was that of becoming the slaves of those who had just slaughtered their husbands and brothers.  An heroic resolution spared them this infamy; they joined hands, and chanting their national songs, moved in a solemn dance round the rocky platform.  As the song ended, they uttered a prolonged and piercing cry, and cast themselves and their children down into the profound abyss beneath.

There were still some Suliots left in their country when Ali Pacha took possession of it.  These were all taken and brought to Janina, and their sufferings were the first adornments of the festival made for the army.  Every soldier’s imagination was racked for the discovery of new tortures, and the most original among them had the privilege of themselves carrying out their inventions.

There were some who, having had their noses and ears cut off, were compelled to eat them raw, dressed as a salad.  One young man was scalped until the skin fell back upon his shoulders, then beaten round the court of the seraglio for the pacha’s entertainment, until at length a lance was run through his body and he was cast on the funeral pile.  Many were boiled alive and their flesh then thrown to the dogs.

From this time the Cross has disappeared from the Selleid mountains, and the gentle prayer of Christ no longer wakes the echoes of Suli.

During the course of this war, and shortly after the death of Emineh, another dismal drama was enacted in the pacha’s family, whose active wickedness nothing seemed to weary.  The scandalous libertinism of both father and sons had corrupted all around as well as themselves.  This demoralisation brought bitter fruits for all alike:  the subjects endured a terrible tyranny; the masters sowed among themselves distrust, discord, and hatred.  The father wounded his two sons by turns in their tenderest affections, and the sons avenged themselves by abandoning their father in the hour of danger.

There was in Janina a woman named Euphrosyne, a niece of the archbishop, married to one of the richest Greek merchants, and noted for wit and beauty.  She was already the mother of two children, when Mouktar became enamoured of her, and ordered her to come to his palace.  The unhappy Euphrosyne, at once guessing his object, summoned a family council to decide what should be done.  All agreed that there was no escape, and that her husband’s life was in danger, on account of the jealousy of his terrible rival.  He fled the city that same night, and his wife surrendered herself to Mouktar, who, softened by her charms, soon sincerely loved her, and overwhelmed her with presents and favours.  Things were in this position when Mouktar was obliged to depart on an important expedition.