"But you have the Germans--" I began.
"Hush, hush," said Abdul, laying his hand on my arm.
"Some one might hear."
"You have the Germans," I repeated.
"The Germans," said Abdul, and his voice sounded in a queer sing-song like that of a child repeating a lesson, "are my n.o.ble friends, the Germans are my powerful allies, the Kaiser is my good brother, the Reichstag is my foster-sister. I love the Germans. I hate the English.
I love the Kaiser. The Kaiser loves me--"
"Stop, stop, Abdul," I said, "who taught you all that?"
Abdul looked cautiously around.
"_They_ did," he said in a whisper. "There"s a lot more of it. Would you like me to recite some more? Or, no, no, what"s the good? I"ve no heart for reciting any longer." And at this Abdul fell to weeping again.
"But, Abdul," I said, "I don"t understand. Why are you so distressed just now? All this has been going on for over two years. Why are you so worried just now?"
"Oh," exclaimed the little Sultan in surprise, "you haven"t heard! I see--you"ve only just arrived. Why, to-day is the last day. After to-day it is all over."
"Last day for what?" I asked.
"For intervention. For the intervention of the United States. The only thing that can save us. It was to have come to-day, by the end of this full moon--our astrologers had predicted it--Smith Pasha, Minister under Heaven of the United States, had promised, if it came, to send it to us at the earliest moment. How do they send it, do you know, in a box, or in paper?"
"Stop," I said as my ear caught the sound of footsteps.
"There"s some one coming now."
The sound of slippered feet was distinctly heard on the stones in the outer corridor.
Abdul listened intently a moment.
"I know his slippers," he said.
"Who is it?"
"It is my chief secretary, Toomuch Koffi. Yes, here he comes."
As the Sultan spoke, the doors swung open and there entered an aged Turk, in a flowing gown and coloured turban, with a melancholy yellow face, and a long white beard that swept to his girdle.
"Who do you say he is?" I whispered to Abdul.
"My chief secretary," he whispered back. "Toomuch Koffi."
"He looks like it," I murmured.
Meantime, Toomuch Koffi had advanced across the broad flagstones of the hall where we were sitting. With hands lifted he salaamed four times--east, west, north, and south.
"What does that mean?" I whispered.
"It means," said the Sultan, with visible agitation, "that he has a communication of the greatest importance and urgency, which will not brook a moment"s delay."
"Well, then, why doesn"t he get a move on?" I whispered.
"Hush," said Abdul.
Toomuch Koffi now straightened himself from his last salaam and spoke.
"Allah is great!" he said.
"And Mohammed is his prophet," rejoined the Sultan.
"Allah protect you! And make your face shine," said Toomuch.
"Allah lengthen your beard," said the Sultan, and he added aside to me in English, which Toomuch Koffi evidently did not understand, "I"m all eagerness to know what it is--it"s something big, for sure." The little man was quite quivering with excitement as he spoke. "Do you know what I think it is? I think it must be the American Intervention. The United States is going to intervene.
Eh? What? Don"t you think so?"
"Then hurry him up," I urged.
"I can"t," said Abdul. "It is impossible in Turkey to do business like that. He must have some coffee first and then he must pray and then there must be an interchange of presents."
I groaned, for I was getting as impatient as Abdul himself.
"Do you not do public business like that in Canada?" the Sultan continued.
"We used to. But we have got over it," I said.
Meanwhile a slippered attendant had entered and placed a cushion for the secretary, and in front of it a little Persian stool on which he put a quaint cup filled with coffee black as ink.
A similar cup was placed before the Sultan.
"Drink!" said Abdul.
"Not first, until the lips of the Commander of the Faithful--"
"He means "after you,"" I said. "Hurry up, Abdul."
Abdul took a sip.
"Allah is good," he said.
"And all things are of Allah," rejoined Toomuch.
Abdul unpinned a glittering jewel from his robe and threw it to the feet of Toomuch.
"Take this poor bauble," he said.
Toomuch Koffi in return took from his wrist a solid bangle of beaten gold.
"Accept this mean gift from your humble servant," he said.