The Governor nodded. "No harm," said he.
The details of Mr. Groombride"s arrival, with his interpreter, whom he proposed should eat with him at the Governor"s table, his allocution to the Governor on the New Movement, and the sins of Imperialism, I purposely omit. At three in the afternoon Mr. Groombride said: "I will go out now and address your victims in this village."
"Won"t you find it rather hot?" said the Governor. "They generally take "a nap till sunset at this time of year."
Mr. Groombride"s large, loose lips set. "That," he replied pointedly, "would be enough to decide me. I fear you have not quite mastered your instructions. May I ask you to send for my interpreter? I hope he has not been tampered with by your subordinates."
He was a yellowish boy called Abdul, who had well eaten and drunk with Farag. The Inspector, by the way, was not present at the meal.
"At whatever risk, I shall go unattended," said Mr. Groombride. "Your presence would cow them--from giving evidence. Abdul, my good friend, would you very kindly open the umbrella?"
He pa.s.sed up the gang-plank to the village, and with no more prelude than a Salvation Army picket in a Portsmouth slum, cried: "Oh, my brothers!"
He did not guess how his path had been prepared. The village was widely awake. Farag, in loose, flowing garments, quite unlike a kennel huntsman"s khaki and puttees, leaned against the wall of his uncle"s house. "Come and see the afflicted of G.o.d," he cried musically, "whose face, indeed, resembles that of Bigglebai."
The village came, and decided that on the whole Farag was right.
"I can"t quite catch what they are saying," said Mr. Groombride.
"They saying they very much pleased to see you, Sar," Adbul interpreted.
"Then I do think they might have sent a deputation to the steamer; but I suppose they were frightened of the officials. Tell them not to be frightened, Abdul."
"He says you are not to be frightened," Abdul explained. A child here sputtered with laughter. "Refrain from mirth," Farag cried. "The afflicted of G.o.d is the guest of The Excellency Our Governor. We are responsible for every hair of his head."
"He has none," a voice spoke. "He has the white and the shining mange."
"Now tell them what I have come for, Abdul, and please keep the umbrella well up. I think I shall reserve myself for my little vernacular speech at the end."
"Approach! Look! Listen!" Abdul chanted. "The afflicted of G.o.d will now make sport. Presently he will speak in your tongue, and will consume you with mirth. I have been his servant for three weeks. I will tell you about his undergarments and his perfumes for his head."
He told them at length.
"And didst thou take any of his perfume bottles?" said Farag at the end.
"I am his servant. I took two," Abdul replied.
"Ask him," said Farag"s uncle, "what he knows about our land-t.i.tles. Ye young men are all alike." He waved a pamphlet. Mr. Groombride smiled to see how the seed sown in London had borne fruit by Gihon. Lo! All the seniors held copies of the pamphlet.
"He knows less than a buffalo. He told me on the steamer that he was driven out of his own land by Demah-Kerazi which is a devil inhabiting crowds and a.s.semblies," said Abdul.
"Allah between us and evil!" a woman cackled from the darkness of a hut.
"Come in, children, he may have the Evil Eye."
"No, my aunt," said Farag. "No afflicted of G.o.d has an evil eye. Wait till ye hear his mirth-provoking speech which he will deliver. I have heard it twice from Abdul."
"They seem very quick to grasp the point. How far have you got, Abdul?"
"All about the beatings, sar. They are highly interested."
"Don"t forget about the local self-government, and please hold the umbrella over me. It is hopeless to destroy unless one first builds up."
"He may not have the Evil Eye," Farag"s uncle grunted, "but his devil led him too certainly to question my land-t.i.tle. Ask him whether he still doubts my land-t.i.tle?"
"Or mine, or mine?" cried the elders.
"What odds? He is an afflicted of G.o.d," Farag called. "Remember the tale I told you."
"Yes, but he is an Englishman, and doubtless of influence, or Our Excellency would not entertain him. Bid the down-country jacka.s.s ask him."
"Sar," said Abdul, "these people, much fearing they may be turned out of their land in consequence of your remarks. Therefore they ask you to make promise no bad consequences following your visit."
Mr. Groombride held his breath and turned purple. Then he stamped his foot.
"Tell them," he cried, "that if a hair of any one of their heads is touched by any official on any account whatever, all England shall ring with it. Good G.o.d! What callous oppression! The dark places of the earth are full of cruelty." He wiped his face, and throwing out his arms cried: "Tell them, oh! tell the poor, serfs not to be afraid of me. Tell them I come to redress their wrongs--not, heaven knows, to add to their burden."
The long-drawn gurgle of the practised public speaker pleased them much.
"That is how the new water-tap runs out in the kennel," said Farag. "The Excellency Our Governor entertains him that he may make sport. Make him say the mirth-moving speech."
"What did he say about my land-t.i.tles?" Farag"s uncle was not to be turned.
"He says," Farag interpreted, "that he desires, nothing better than that you should live on your lands in peace. He talks as though he believed himself to be Governor."
"Well. We here are all witnesses to what he has said. Now go forward with the sport." Farag"s uncle smoothed his garments. "How diversely hath Allah made His creatures! On one He bestows strength to slay Emirs; another He causes to go mad and wander in the sun, like the afflicted sons of Melik-meid."
"Yes, and to emit spray from the mouth, as the Inspector told us. All will happen as the Inspector foretold," said Farag. "I have never yet seen the Inspector thrown out during any run."
"I think," Abdul plucked at Mr. Groombride"s sleeves, "I think perhaps it is better now, Sar, if you give your fine little native speech. They not understanding English, but much pleased at your condescensions."
"Condescensions?" Mr. Groombride spun round. "If they only knew how I felt towards them in my heart! If I could express a t.i.the of my feelings! I must stay here and learn the language. Hold up the umbrella, Abdull I think my little speech will show them I know something of their vie intime."
It was a short, simple; carefully learned address, and the accent, supervised by Abdul on the steamer, allowed the hearers to guess its meaning, which was a request to see one of the Mudir"s Cranes; since the desire of the speaker"s life, the object to which he would consecrate his days, was to improve the condition of the Mudir"s Cranes. But first he must behold them with his own eyes. Would, then, his brethren, whom he loved, show him a Mudir"s Crane whom he desired to love?
Once, twice, and again in his peroration he repeated his demand, using always--that they might see he was acquainted with their local argot--using always, I say, the word which the Inspector had given him in England long ago--the short, adhesive word which, by itself, surprises even unblushing Ethiopia.
There are limits to the sublime politeness of an ancient people. A bulky, blue-chinned man in white clothes, his name red-lettered across his lower shirtfront, spluttering from under a green-lined umbrella almost tearful appeals to be introduced to the Unintroducible; naming loudly the Unnameable; dancing, as it seemed, in perverse joy at mere mention of the Unmentionable--found those limits. There was a moment"s hush, and then such mirth as Gihon through his centuries had never heard--a roar like to the roar of his own cataracts in flood. Children cast themselves on the ground, and rolled back and forth cheering and whooping; strong men, their faces hidden in their clothes, swayed in silence, till the agony became insupportable, and they threw up their heads and bayed at the sun; women, mothers and virgins, shrilled shriek upon mounting shriek, and slapped their thighs as it might have been the roll of musketry. When they tried to draw breath, some half-strangled voice would quack out the word, and the riot began afresh. Last to fall was the city-trained Abdul. He held on to the edge of apoplexy, then collapsed, throwing the umbrella from him.
Mr. Groombride should not be judged too harshly. Exercise and strong emotion under a hot sun, the shock of public ingrat.i.tude, for the moment rued his spirit. He furled the umbrella, and with t beat the prostrate Abdul, crying that he had been betrayed. In which posture the Inspector, on horseback, followed by the Governor, suddenly found him.
"That"s all very well," said the Inspector, when he had taken Abdul"s dramatically dying depositions on the steamer, "but you can"t hammer a native merely because he laughs at you. I see nothing for it but the law to take its course."
"You might reduce the charge to--er--tampering with an interpreter,"
said the Governor. Mr. Groombride was too far gone to be comforted.
"It"s the publicity that I fear," he wailed. "Is there no possible means of hushing up the affair? You don"t know what a question--a single question in the House means to a man of my position--the ruin of my political career, I a.s.sure you."