"Avoided me!" said Besso; "he never thought of me but as of a Jew banker, to whom he would send his servant for money when he needed it.
Was I to stand on punctilios with a great Christian n.o.ble? I ought to have waited at his gate every day when he came forth, and bowed to the earth, until it pleased him to notice me; I ought----"
"No, no, no, my father! you are bitter. This youth is not such as you think; at least, in all probability is not," said Eva. "You hear he is fanatically Christian; he may be but deeply religious, and his thoughts at this moment may rest on other things than the business of the world.
He who makes pilgrimage to Sinai can scarcely think us so vile as you would intimate."
"What will he think of those whom he is among? Here is the wound, Eva!
Guess, then, child, who has shot this arrow. "Tis my father!"
"O traitor! traitor!" said Eva, quickly covering her face with her hands. "My terror was prophetic! There is none so base!"
"Nay, nay," said Besso; "these, indeed, are women"s words. The great Sheikh in this has touched me nearly, but I see no baseness in it. He could not know the intimate relation that should subsist between me and this young Englishman. He has captured him in the desert, according to the custom of his tribe. Much as Amalek may injure me, I must acquit him of treason and of baseness."
"Yes, yes," said Eva, with an abstracted air. "You misconceive me. I was thinking of others; and what do you purpose, my father?"
"First, to clear myself of the deep stain that I now feel upon my life,"
said Besso. "This Englishman comes to Jerusalem with an unbounded credit on my house: he visits the wilderness, and is made prisoner by my father-in-law, who is in ambush in a part of the desert which his tribe never frequents, and who sends to me for a princely ransom for his captive.
These are the apparent circ.u.mstances. These are the facts. There is but one inference from them. I dare say "tis drawn already by all the gossips of the city: they are hard at it, I doubt not, at this moment, in my own divan, winking their eyes and shrugging their shoulders, while they are smoking my choice tobacco, and drinking my sherbet of pomegranate. And can I blame them?"
"A pure conscience may defy city gossips."
"A pure conscience must pay the ransom out of my own coffers. I am not over fond of paying two millions of piastres, or even half, for one whose shadow never fell upon my threshold. And yet I must do it: do it for my father-in-law, the Sheikh of the Recha-bites, whose peace I made with Mehemet Ali, for whom I gained the guardianship of the Mecca caravan through the Syrian desert for five years, who has twelve thousand camels which he made by that office. Oh, were it not for you, my daughter, I would curse the hour that I ever mixed my blood with the children of Jethro. After all, if the truth were known, they are sons of Ishmael."
"No, no, dear father, say not such things. You will send to the great Sheikh; he will listen----"
"I send to the great Sheikh! You know not your grandfather, and you know not me. The truth is, the Sheikh and myself mutually despise each other, and we have never met without parting in bitterness. No, no; I would rather pay the ransom myself than ask a favour of the great Sheikh. But how can I pay the ransom, even if I chose? This young Englishman is a fiery youth: he will not yield even to an ambush and countless odds. Do you think a man who charges through a defile crowned with matchlocks, and shoots men through the head, as I am told he did, in the name of Christ, will owe his freedom to my Jewish charity? He will burn the Temple first. This young man has the sword of Gideon. You know little of the world, Eva, and nothing of young Englishmen. There is not a race so proud, so wilful, so rash, and so obstinate. They live in a misty clime, on raw meats, and wines of fire. They laugh at their fathers, and never say a prayer. They pa.s.s their days in the chase, gaming, and all violent courses. They have all the power of the State, and all its wealth; and when they can wring no more from their peasants, they plunder the kings of India." "But this young Englishman, you say, is pious?" said Eva.
Ah! this young Englishman; why did he come here? What is Jerusalem to him, or he to Jerusalem? His Intendant, himself a prisoner, waits here.
I must see him; he is one of the people of my patron, which proves our great friend"s interest in this youth. O day thrice cursed! day of a thousand evil eyes! day of a new captivity----"
"My father, my dear father, these bursts of grief do not become your fame for wisdom. We must inquire, we must hold counsel. Let me see the Intendant of this English youth, and hear more than I have yet learnt.
I cannot think that affairs are so hopeless as you paint them: I will believe that there is a spring near."
CHAPTER x.x.xI.
_Parleyings_
IN AN almost circular valley, surrounded by mountains, Amalek, great Sheikh of the Rechabite Bedouins, after having crossed the peninsula of Petrasa from the great Syrian desert, pitched his camp amid the magnificent ruins of an ancient Idumaean city. The pavilion of the chief, facing the sunset, was raised in the arena of an amphitheatre cut out of the solid rock and almost the whole of the seats of which were entire.
The sides of the mountains were covered with excavated tombs and temples, and, perhaps, dwelling-places; at any rate, many of them were now occupied by human beings. Fragments of columns were lying about, and ma.s.ses of unknown walls. From a defile in the mountains issued a stream, which wound about in the plain, its waters almost hid, but its course beautifully indicated by the undulating shrubbery of oleanders, fig-trees, and willows. On one side of these, between the water and the amphitheatre, was a crescent of black tents, groups of horses, and crouching camels. Over the whole scene the sunset threw a violet hue, while the moon, broad and white, floated over the opposite hills.
The carpet of the great Sheikh was placed before his pavilion, and, seated on it alone, and smoking a chibouque of date wood, the patriarch ruminated. He had no appearance of age, except from a snowy beard, which was very long: a wiry man, with an unwrinkled face; dark, regular, and n.o.ble features, beautiful teeth. Over his head, a crimson kefia, ribbed and fringed with gold; his robe was of the same colour, and his boots were of red leather; the chief of one of the great tribes, and said, when they were united, to be able to bring ten thousand hors.e.m.e.n into the field.
One at full gallop, with a long spear, at this moment darted from the ravine, and, without stopping to answer several who addressed him, hurried across the plain, and did not halt until he reached the Sheikh.
"Salaam, Sheikh of Sheikhs, it is done; the brother of the Queen of the English is your slave."
"Good!" said Sheikh Amalek, very gravely, and taking his pipe from his mouth. "May your mother eat the hump of a young camel! When will they be here?"
"They will be the first shadows of the moon." "Good! is the brother of the Queen with Sheikh Salem?"
"There is only one G.o.d: Sheikh Salem will never drink leban again, unless he drink it in Paradise."
"Certainly, there is only one G.o.d. What! has he fallen asleep into the well of Nummula?"
"No; but we have seen many evil eyes. Four hares crossed our path this morning. Our salaam to the English prince was not a salaam of peace. The brother of the Queen of the English is no less than an Antar. He will fight, yea or nay; and he has shot Sheikh Salem through the head."
"There is but one G.o.d, and His will be done. I have lost the apple of mine eye. The Prince of the English is alive?"
"He is alive."
"Good! camels shall be given to the widow of Sheikh Salem, and she shall be married to a new husband. Are there other deeds of Gin?"
"One grape will not make a bunch, even though it be a great one."
"Let truth always be spoken. Let your words flow as the rock of Moses."
"There is only one G.o.d: if you call to Ibrahim-ben-Ha.s.san, to Molgrabi Teuba, and Teuba-ben-Amin, they will not be roused from their sleep: there are also wounds."
"Tell all the people there is only one G.o.d: it is the Sheikh of the Jeilaheens that has done these deeds of Gin?"
"Let truth always be spoken; my words shall flow as the rock of Moses.
The Sheikh of the Jeilaheens counselled the young man not to fight, but the young man is a very Zatanai. Certainly there are many devils, but there is no devil like a Frank in a round hat."
The evening advanced; the white moon, that had only gleamed, now glittered; the necks of the camels looked tall and silvery in its beam.
The night-fires began to blaze, the lamps to twinkle in the crescent of dark tents. There was a shout, a general stir, the heads of spears were seen glistening in the ravine. They came; a winding line of warriors.
Some, as they emerged into the plain, galloped forward and threw their spears into the air; but the main body preserved an appearance of discipline, and proceeded at a slow pace to the pavilion of the Sheikh.
A body of hors.e.m.e.n came first; then warriors on dromedaries; Sheikh Ha.s.san next, grave and erect as if nothing had happened, though he was wounded, and followed by his men, disarmed, though their chief retained his spear. Baroni followed. He was unhurt, and rode between two Bedouins, with whom he continually conversed. After them, the bodies of Sheikh Salem and his comrades, covered with cloaks and stowed on camels.
And then came the great prize, Tancred, mounted on a dromedary, his right arm bound up in a sling which Baroni had hastily made, and surrounded and followed by a large troop of hors.e.m.e.n, who treated him with the highest consideration, not only because he was a great prince, whose ransom could bring many camels to their tribe, but because he had shown those feats of valour which the wild desert honours.
Notwithstanding his wound, which, though slight, began to be painful, and the extreme vexation of the whole affair, Tancred could not be insensible to the strange beauty of the scene which welcomed him. He had read of these deserted cities, carved out of the rocks of the wilderness, and once the capitals of flourishing and abounding kingdoms.
They stopped before the pavilion of the great Sheikh; the arena of the amphitheatre became filled with camels, horses, groups of warriors; many mounted on the seats, that they might overlook the scene, their arms and shawled heads glistening in the silver blaze of the moon or the ruddy flames of the watch-fires. They a.s.sisted Tancred to descend, they ushered him with courtesy to their chief, who made room for Tancred on his own carpet, and motioned that he should be seated by his side. A small carpet was placed for Sheikh Ha.s.san, and another for Baroni.
"Salaam, brother of many queens, all that you see is yours; Salaam Sheikh Ha.s.san, we are brothers. Salaam," added Amalek, looking at Baroni, "they tell me that you can speak our language, which is beautiful as the moon and many palm trees; tell the prince, brother of many queens, that he mistook the message that I sent him this morning, which was an invitation to a feast, not to a war. Tell him we are brothers."
"Tell the Sheikh," said Tancred, "that I have no appet.i.te for feasting, and desire to be informed why he has made me a prisoner."
"Tell the prince, brother of many queens, that he is not a prisoner, but a guest."
"Ask the Sheikh, then, whether we can depart at once."
"Tell the prince, brother of many queens, that it would be rude in me to let him depart to-night."
"Ask the Sheikh whether I may depart in the morning."