FROM THE REPORT OF CRISTOFEROS, WAR-SCRIBE TO THE NATIONAL COUNCIL.

July 7, 1907.

When the Gospodar Rupert and Captain Rooke came within hailing distance of the strange ship, the former hailed her, using one after another the languages of England, Germany, France, Russia, Turkey, Greece, Spain, Portugal, and another which I did not know; I think it must have been American.  By this time the whole line of the bulwark was covered by a row of Turkish faces.  When, in Turkish, the Gospodar asked for the Captain, the latter came to the gangway, which had been opened, and stood there.  His uniform was that of the Turkish navy—of that I am prepared to swear—but he made signs of not understanding what had been said; whereupon the Gospodar spoke again, but in French this time.  I append the exact conversation which took place, none other joining in it.  I took down in shorthand the words of both as they were spoken:

The Gospodar.  “Are you the Captain of this ship?”

The Captain.  “I am.”

Gospodar.  “To what nationality do you belong?”

Captain.  “It matters not.  I am Captain of this ship.”

Gospodar.  “I alluded to your ship.  What national flag is she under?”

Captain (throwing his eye over the top-hamper).  “I do not see that any flag is flying.”

Gospodar.  “I take it that, as commander, you can allow me on board with my two companions?”

Captain.  “I can, upon proper request being made!”

Gospodar (taking off his cap).  “I ask your courtesy, Captain.  I am the representative and accredited officer of the National Council of the Land of the Blue Mountains, in whose waters you now are; and on their account I ask for a formal interview on urgent matters.”

The Turk, who was, I am bound to say, in manner most courteous as yet, gave some command to his officers, whereupon the companion-ladders and stage were lowered and the gangway manned, as is usual for the reception on a ship of war of an honoured guest.

Captain.  “You are welcome, sir—you and your two companions—as you request.”

The Gospodar bowed.  Our companion-ladder was rigged on the instant, and a launch lowered.  The Gospodar and Captain Rooke—taking me with them—entered, and rowed to the warship, where we were all honourably received.  There were an immense number of men on board, soldiers as well as seamen.  It looked more like a warlike expedition than a fighting-ship in time of peace.  As we stepped on the deck, the seamen and marines, who were all armed as at drill, presented arms.  The Gospodar went first towards the Captain, and Captain Rooke and I followed close behind him.  The Gospodar spoke:

“I am Rupert Sent Leger, a subject of his Britannic Majesty, presently residing at Vissarion, in the Land of the Blue Mountains.  I am at present empowered to act for the National Council in all matters.  Here is my credential!”  As he spoke he handed to the Captain a letter.  It was written in five different languages—Balkan, Turkish, Greek, English, and French.  The Captain read it carefully all through, forgetful for the moment that he had seemingly been unable to understand the Gospodar’s question spoken in the Turkish tongue.  Then he answered:

“I see the document is complete.  May I ask on what subject you wish to see me?”

Gospodar.  “You are here in a ship of war in Blue Mountain waters, yet you fly no flag of any nation.  You have sent armed men ashore in your boats, thus committing an act of war.  The National Council of the Land of the Blue Mountains requires to know what nation you serve, and why the obligations of international law are thus broken.”

The Captain seemed to wait for further speech, but the Gospodar remained silent; whereupon the former spoke.

Captain.  “I am responsible to my own—chiefs.  I refuse to answer your question.”

The Gospodar spoke at once in reply.

Gospodar.  “Then, sir, you, as commander of a ship—and especially a ship of war—must know that in thus violating national and maritime laws you, and all on board this ship, are guilty of an act of piracy.  This is not even piracy on the high seas.  You are not merely within territorial waters, but you have invaded a national port.  As you refuse to disclose the nationality of your ship, I accept, as you seem to do, your status as that of a pirate, and shall in due season act accordingly.”

Captain (with manifest hostility).  “I accept the responsibility of my own acts.  Without admitting your contention, I tell you now that whatever action you take shall be at your own peril and that of your National Council.  Moreover, I have reason to believe that my men who were sent ashore on special service have been beleaguered in a tower which can be seen from the ship.  Before dawn this morning firing was heard from that direction, from which I gather that attack was made on them.  They, being only a small party, may have been murdered.  If such be so, I tell you that you and your miserable little nation, as you call it, shall pay such blood-money as you never thought of.  I am responsible for this, and, by Allah! there shall be a great revenge.  You have not in all your navy—if navy you have at all—power to cope with even one ship like this, which is but one of many.  My guns shall be trained on Ilsin, to which end I have come inshore.  You and your companions have free conduct back to port; such is due to the white flag which you fly.  Fifteen minutes will bring you back whence you came.  Go!  And remember that whatever you may do amongst your mountain defiles, at sea you cannot even defend yourselves.”

Gospodar (slowly and in a ringing voice).  “The Land of the Blue Mountains has its own defences on sea and land.  Its people know how to defend themselves.”

Captain (taking out his watch).  “It is now close on five bells.  At the first stroke of six bells our guns shall open fire.”

Gospodar (calmly).  “It is my last duty to warn you, sir—and to warn all on this ship—that much may happen before even the first stroke of six bells.  Be warned in time, and give over this piratical attack, the very threat of which may be the cause of much bloodshed.”

Captain (violently).  “Do you dare to threaten me, and, moreover, my ship’s company?  We are one, I tell you, in this ship; and the last man shall perish like the first ere this enterprise fail.  Go!”

With a bow, the Gospodar turned and went down the ladder, we following him.  In a couple of minutes the yacht was on her way to the port.