The caravanserai where they were shut in was square enclosure, open to the sky, and intended to shelter herds of buffaloes.  The prisoners having heard nothing of what passed outside, were astonished to behold Athanasius Vaya and his troop appearing on the top of the wall.  They did not long remain in doubt.  Ali gave the signal by a pistol-shot, and a general fusillade followed.  Terrible cries echoed from the court; the prisoners, terrified, wounded, crowded one upon another for shelter.  Some ran frantically hither and thither in this enclosure with no shelter and no exit, until they fell, struck down by bullets.  Some tried to climb the walls, in hope of either escape or vengeance, only to be flung back by either scimitars or muskets.  It was a terrible scene of despair and death.

After an hour of firing, a gloomy silence descended on the place, now occupied solely by a heap of corpses.  Ali forbade any burial rites on pain of death, and placed over the gate an inscription in letters of gold, informing posterity that six hundred Kardikiotes had there been sacrificed to the memory of his mother Kamco.

When the shrieks of death ceased in the enclosure, they began to be heard in the town.  The assassins spread themselves through it, and having violated the women and children, gathered them into a crowd to be driven to Libokovo.  At every halt in this frightful journey fresh marauders fell on the wretched victims, claiming their share in cruelty and debauchery.  At length they arrived at their destination, where the triumphant and implacable Chainitza awaited them.  As after the taking of Kormovo, she compelled the women to cut off their hair and to stuff with it a mattress on which she lay.  She then stripped them, and joyfully narrated to them the massacre of their husbands, fathers, brothers and sons, and when she had sufficiently enjoyed their misery they were again handed over to the insults of the soldiery.  Chainitza finally published an edict forbidding either clothes, shelter, or food to be given to the women and children of Kardiki, who were then driven forth into the woods either to die of hunger or to be devoured by wild beasts.  As to the seventy-two hostages, Ali put them all to death when he returned to Janina.  His vengeance was indeed complete.

But as, filled with a horrible satisfaction, the pacha was enjoying the repose of a satiated tiger, an indignant and threatening voice reached him even in the recesses of his palace.  The Sheik Yussuf, governor of the castle of Janina, venerated as a saint by the Mohammedans on account of his piety, and universally beloved and respected for his many virtues, entered Ali’s sumptuous dwelling for the first time.  The guards on beholding him remained stupefied and motionless, then the most devout prostrated themselves, while others went to inform the pacha; but no one dared hinder the venerable man, who walked calmly and solemnly through the astonished attendants.  For him there