He replied that the infidels were not to be trusted and ordered them to treat the prisoners like slaves.

The meeting with Amin Beit al-Mal.

I mentioned that I surrendered myself and some of my men at noon.

They bound me, tied my hands and feet, and dragged me to Amin Beit al-Mal, surrounded by about fifty Dervishes, swords drawn, all shouting at me, "Infidel! Enemy of God!" I found there Abu Bakr al-Marqook, one of the city's notables, and the house was full of women. He was busy sorting them out.

When I was brought before him, he was looking at a captivating young woman, naked except for a rag covering her private parts. He was turning her this way and that, tears streaming from his eyes, and she was saying, "We accept Your decree, O God!" After he finished with the girl, he turned to me and said, "I seek refuge in God from this white face." Then he turned to the guards around me and asked, "Who is this infidel?" They replied, "He is Ibrahim Pasha Fawzi." He asked, "Why didn't you kill him?" They said, "We left him, perhaps he will reveal Gordon's money and the government's money." Then he shouted at me, "Infidel, tell us about this money!" I said that my money was taken from my house, but as for Gordon's money and the government's, I am not entrusted with it.

He drew his sword and advanced towards me, saying, "This infidel will not reveal this money. Killing him is better than keeping him alive." Those around him held him back, saying, "Let him live, perhaps he will lead us to the money." Then he shouted to the executioner, who threw me to the ground. One of them sat on my head, took two whips, and began to lash me until his arms grew tired.