The Confusion.
Vol. II of THE BAROQUE CYCLE BAROQUE CYCLE.
by Neal Stephenson
Bonanza
So great is the dignity and excellency of humane nature, and so active those sparks of heavenly fire it partakes of, that they ought to be look"d upon as very mean, and unworthy the name of men, who thro" pusillanimity, by them call"d prudence, or thro" sloth, which they stile moderation, or else through avarice, to which they give the name of frugality, at any rate withdraw themselves from performing great and n.o.ble actions. So great is the dignity and excellency of humane nature, and so active those sparks of heavenly fire it partakes of, that they ought to be look"d upon as very mean, and unworthy the name of men, who thro" pusillanimity, by them call"d prudence, or thro" sloth, which they stile moderation, or else through avarice, to which they give the name of frugality, at any rate withdraw themselves from performing great and n.o.ble actions.
-GIOVANNI FRANCESCO GEMELLI CARERI, A Voyage Round the World
Barbary Coast.
OCTOBER 1689.
HE WAS NOT MERELY AWAKENED, AWAKENED, but but detonated detonated out of an uncommonly long and repet.i.tive dream. He could not remember any of the details of the dream now that it was over. But he had the idea that it had entailed much rowing and sc.r.a.ping, and little else; so he did not object to being roused. Even if he out of an uncommonly long and repet.i.tive dream. He could not remember any of the details of the dream now that it was over. But he had the idea that it had entailed much rowing and sc.r.a.ping, and little else; so he did not object to being roused. Even if he had had been of a mind to object, he"d have had the good sense to hold his tongue, and keep his annoyance well-hid beneath a simpering merry-Vagabond facade. Because what was doing the waking, today, was the most tremendous d.a.m.ned noise he"d ever heard-it was some G.o.dlike Force not to be yelled at or complained to, at least not right away. been of a mind to object, he"d have had the good sense to hold his tongue, and keep his annoyance well-hid beneath a simpering merry-Vagabond facade. Because what was doing the waking, today, was the most tremendous d.a.m.ned noise he"d ever heard-it was some G.o.dlike Force not to be yelled at or complained to, at least not right away.
Cannons were being fired. Never so many, and rarely so large, cannons. Whole batteries of siege-guns and coastal artillery discharging en ma.s.se, ranks of "em ripple-firing along wall-tops. He rolled out from beneath the barnacle-covered hull of a beached ship, where he had apparently been taking an afternoon nap, and found himself pinned to the sand by a downblast of bleak sunlight. At this point a wise man, with experience in matters military, would have belly-crawled to some suitable enfilade. But the beach all round him was planted with hairy ankles and sandaled feet; he was the only one p.r.o.ne or supine.
Lying on his back, he squinted up through the damp, sand-caked hem of a man"s garment: a loose robe of open-weave material that laved the wearer"s body in a gold glow, so that he could look directly up into the blind eye of the man"s p.e.n.i.s-which had been curiously modified. Inevitably, he lost this particular stare-down. He rolled back the other way, performing one and a half uphill revolutions, and clambered indignantly to his feet, forgetting about the curve of the hull and therefore barking his scalp on a phalanx of barnacles. Then he screamed as loud as he could, but no one heard him. He didn"t even hear himself. himself. He experimented with plugging his ears and screaming, but even then he heard naught but the sound of the cannons. He experimented with plugging his ears and screaming, but even then he heard naught but the sound of the cannons.
Time to take stock of matters-to bring the situation in hand. The hull was blocking his view. Other than it, all he could see was a sparkling bay, and a stony break-water. He strode into the sea, watched curiously by the man with the mushroom-headed yard, and, once he was out knee-deep, turned around. What he saw then then made it more or less obligatory to fall right on his a.r.s.e. made it more or less obligatory to fall right on his a.r.s.e.
This bay was spattered with bony islets, close to sh.o.r.e. Rising from one of them was a squat round fortress that (if he was any judge of matters architectural) had been built at grand expense by Spaniards in desperate fear of their lives. And apparently those fears had been well founded because the top of that fort was all fluttery with green banners bearing silver crescent moons. The fort had three tiers of guns on it (more correctly, the fort was was three tiers of guns) and every one of "em looked, and sounded, like a sixty-pounder, meaning that it flung a cannonball the size of a melon for several miles. This fort was mostly shrouded in powder-smoke, with long bolts of flame jabbing out here and there, giving it the appearance of a thunderstorm that had been rammed and tamped into a barrel. three tiers of guns) and every one of "em looked, and sounded, like a sixty-pounder, meaning that it flung a cannonball the size of a melon for several miles. This fort was mostly shrouded in powder-smoke, with long bolts of flame jabbing out here and there, giving it the appearance of a thunderstorm that had been rammed and tamped into a barrel.
A white stone breakwater connected this fort to the mainland, which, at first glance, impressed him as a sheer stone wall rising forty or feet from this narrow strip of muddy beach, and crowded with a great many more huge cannons, all being fired just as fast as they could be swabbed out and stuffed with powder.
Beyond the wall rose a white city. Being as he was at the base of a rather high wall, he wouldn"t normally expect to be able to see anything on the opposite side thereof, save the odd cathedral-spire poking out above the battlements. But this city appeared to"ve been laboriously s.p.a.ckled onto the side of a precipitous mountain whose slopes rose directly from the high-tide mark. It looked a bit like a wedge of Paris tilted upwards by some tidy G.o.d who wanted to make all the s.h.i.t finally run out of it. At the apex, where one would look for whatever crowbar or grapple the hypothetical G.o.d would"ve used to accomplish this prodigy, was, instead, another fortress-this one of a queer Moorish design, surrounded with its own eight-sided wall that was, inevitably, a-bristle with even more colossal cannons, as well as mortars for heaving bombs out to sea. All of those those were being fired, too-as were all of the guns spraying from the several additional fortresses, bastions, and gun-platforms distributed around the city"s walls. were being fired, too-as were all of the guns spraying from the several additional fortresses, bastions, and gun-platforms distributed around the city"s walls.
During rare intervals between the crushing thuds of the sixty-pounders, he could hear peppery waves of pistol-and musket-fire rolling around the place, and now (beginning to advert on smaller things) he saw a sort of smoky, crowded lawn growing out of the wall-tops-save instead of gra.s.s-blades this lawn was made up of men. Some were dressed in black, and some in white, but most wore more colorful costumes: baggy white trousers belted with brilliantly hued swathes of silk, and brightly embroidered vests-frequently, several such vests nested-and turbans or red cylindrical hats. Most of those who were dressed after this fashion had a pistol in each hand and were firing them into the air or reloading.
The man with the outlandish johnson-swarthy, with wavy black hair in a curious "do, and a knit skullcap-hitched up his robe, and sloshed out to see if he was all right. For he still had both hands clamped over the sides of his head, partly to stanch the bleeding of the barnacle-gashes, and partly to keep the sound from blowing the top of his skull out to sea. The man peered down and looked into his eyes and moved his lips. The look on his face was serious, but ever so slightly amused.
He reached up and grabbed this fellow"s hand and used it to haul himself up to his feet. Both men"s hands were so heavily callused that they could practically catch musket-b.a.l.l.s out of the air, and their knuckles were either bleeding, or else recently scabbed over.
He had stood up because he wanted to see what was the target of all of this shooting, and how it could possibly continue to exist. A fleet of three or four dozen ships was arrayed in the harbor, and (no surprise here) they they were all firing their guns. But the ones that looked like Dutch frigates were not firing at the ones that looked like heathen galleys, nor vice versa, and none of them seemed to be firing at the vertiginous white city. were all firing their guns. But the ones that looked like Dutch frigates were not firing at the ones that looked like heathen galleys, nor vice versa, and none of them seemed to be firing at the vertiginous white city. All All of the ships, even the ones that were of European design, flew crescent-moon banners. of the ships, even the ones that were of European design, flew crescent-moon banners.
Finally his eye settled on one one ship, which was unique in that she was the only vessel or building in sight that was not vomiting smoke and spitting flame in all directions. This one was a galley, very much in the Mohametan style, but extraordinarily fine, at least to anyone who found whorish decoration appealing-her non-functioning bits were a mess of gold-leafed gewgaws that glowed in the sun, even through drifting banks of powder-smoke. Her lateen sail had been struck and she was proceeding under oar-power, but in a stately manner. He found himself examining the movements of her oars just a bit too closely, and admiring the uniformity of the strokes more than was healthy for a Vagabond in his right mind: leading to the questions, ship, which was unique in that she was the only vessel or building in sight that was not vomiting smoke and spitting flame in all directions. This one was a galley, very much in the Mohametan style, but extraordinarily fine, at least to anyone who found whorish decoration appealing-her non-functioning bits were a mess of gold-leafed gewgaws that glowed in the sun, even through drifting banks of powder-smoke. Her lateen sail had been struck and she was proceeding under oar-power, but in a stately manner. He found himself examining the movements of her oars just a bit too closely, and admiring the uniformity of the strokes more than was healthy for a Vagabond in his right mind: leading to the questions, was was he still a Vagabond, and he still a Vagabond, and was was he in his right mind? He recalled-dimly-that he had lived in Christendom during one part of his sorry life, and had been well advanced in the losing of his mind to the French Pox-but he seemed all right now, save that he couldn"t recall where he was, how he"d gotten there, or anything at all of recent events. And the very meaning of that word "recent" was called into question by the length of his beard, which reached down to his stomach. he in his right mind? He recalled-dimly-that he had lived in Christendom during one part of his sorry life, and had been well advanced in the losing of his mind to the French Pox-but he seemed all right now, save that he couldn"t recall where he was, how he"d gotten there, or anything at all of recent events. And the very meaning of that word "recent" was called into question by the length of his beard, which reached down to his stomach.
The intensity of the cannonade waxed, if such a thing were possible, and reached a climax as the gold-plated galley drew up alongside a stone pier that projected into the harbor not awfully far away. Then, all of a sudden, the noise stopped.
"What in Christ"s name-" he began, but the rest of his utterance was drowned out by a sound that-compared to hundreds of cannons firing at once-made up in shrillness shrillness what it lacked in what it lacked in volume. volume. Listening to it in amazement, he began to detect certain resemblances between it and Listening to it in amazement, he began to detect certain resemblances between it and musick. musick. Rhythm was there, albeit of an overly complicated and rambunctious nature, and Rhythm was there, albeit of an overly complicated and rambunctious nature, and melody, melody, too, though it was not cast in any civilized mode, but had the wild keening intonations of Irish tunes-and then some. Harmony, sweetness of tone, and other qualities normally a.s.sociated with musick, were absent. For these Turks or Moors or whatever they were had no interest in flutes, viols, theorbos, nor anything else that made a pleasing sound. Their orchestra consisted of drums, cymbals, and a hideous swarm of giant war-oboes hammered out of bra.s.s and fitted with screeching, buzzing reeds, the result sounding like nothing so much as an armed a.s.sault on a belfry infested with starlings. too, though it was not cast in any civilized mode, but had the wild keening intonations of Irish tunes-and then some. Harmony, sweetness of tone, and other qualities normally a.s.sociated with musick, were absent. For these Turks or Moors or whatever they were had no interest in flutes, viols, theorbos, nor anything else that made a pleasing sound. Their orchestra consisted of drums, cymbals, and a hideous swarm of giant war-oboes hammered out of bra.s.s and fitted with screeching, buzzing reeds, the result sounding like nothing so much as an armed a.s.sault on a belfry infested with starlings.
"I owe an "umble apology to every Scotsman I"ve ever met," he shouted, "for it isn"t true, after all, that their music is the most despicable in the world." His companion c.o.c.ked an ear in his direction but heard little, and understood less.
Now, essentially all of the city was protected within that wall, which shamed any in Christendom. But on this side of it there were various breakwaters, piers, gun-emplacements, and traces of mucky beach, and everything that was capable of bearing a man"s weight, or a horse"s, was doing so-covered by ranks of men in divers magnificent and outlandish uniforms. In other words, all the makings of a parade were laid out here. And indeed, after a lot of bellowing back and forth and playing of h.e.l.lish musicks and firing of yet more guns, various important Turks (he was growingly certain that these were Turks) began to ride or march through a large gate let into the mighty Wall, disappearing into the city. First went an impossibly magnificent and fearsome warrior on a black charger, flanked by a couple of kettledrum-pounding "musicians." The beat of their drums filled him with an unaccountable craving to reach out and grope for an oar.
"That, Jack, is the Agha of the Janissaries," said the circ.u.mcised one.
This handle of "Jack" struck him as familiar and, in any case, serviceable. So Jack he was.
Behind the kettledrums rode a graybeard, almost as magnificent to look at as the Agha of the Janissaries, but not so heavily be-weaponed. "The First Secretary," said Jack"s companion. Next, following on foot, a couple of dozen more or less resplendent officers ("the aghabashis") and then a whole crowd of fellows with magnificent turbans adorned with first-rate ostrich plumes-"the bolukbashis," it was explained.
Now it had become plain enough that this fellow standing next to Jack was the sort who never tired of showing off his great knowledge, and of trying to edify lowlives such as Jack. Jack was about to say that he neither wanted nor needed edification, but something stopped him. It might"ve been the vague, inescapable sense that he knew knew this fellow, and had for quite a while-which, if true, might mean that the other was only trying to make conversation. And it might"ve been that Jack didn"t know quite where to begin, language-wise. He this fellow, and had for quite a while-which, if true, might mean that the other was only trying to make conversation. And it might"ve been that Jack didn"t know quite where to begin, language-wise. He knew knew somehow that the bolukbashis were equivalent to captains, and that the aghabashis were one rank above the bolukbashis, and that the Agha of the Janissaries was a General. But he was not sure somehow that the bolukbashis were equivalent to captains, and that the aghabashis were one rank above the bolukbashis, and that the Agha of the Janissaries was a General. But he was not sure why why he should know the meanings of such heathen words. So Jack shut up, long enough for various echelons of odabashis (lieutenants) and vekilhardjis (sergeants-major) to form up and concatenate themselves onto the end of the parade. Then diverse hocas such as the salt-hoca, customs-hoca, and weights-and-measures-hoca, all following the hoca-in-chief, then the sixteen cavuses in their long emerald robes with crimson c.u.mmerbunds, their white leather caps, their fantastickal upturned moustaches, and their red hobnailed boots tromping fearsomely over the stones of the quay. Then the kadis, muftis, and imams had to do their bit. Finally a troop of gorgeous Janissaries marched off the deck of the golden galley, followed by a solitary man swathed in many yards of chalk-white fabric that had been gathered by means of diverse ma.s.sive golden jeweled brooches into a coherent garment, though it probably would"ve fallen off of him if he hadn"t been riding on a white war-horse with pink eyes, bridled and saddled with as much in the way of silver and gems as it could carry without tripping over the finery. he should know the meanings of such heathen words. So Jack shut up, long enough for various echelons of odabashis (lieutenants) and vekilhardjis (sergeants-major) to form up and concatenate themselves onto the end of the parade. Then diverse hocas such as the salt-hoca, customs-hoca, and weights-and-measures-hoca, all following the hoca-in-chief, then the sixteen cavuses in their long emerald robes with crimson c.u.mmerbunds, their white leather caps, their fantastickal upturned moustaches, and their red hobnailed boots tromping fearsomely over the stones of the quay. Then the kadis, muftis, and imams had to do their bit. Finally a troop of gorgeous Janissaries marched off the deck of the golden galley, followed by a solitary man swathed in many yards of chalk-white fabric that had been gathered by means of diverse ma.s.sive golden jeweled brooches into a coherent garment, though it probably would"ve fallen off of him if he hadn"t been riding on a white war-horse with pink eyes, bridled and saddled with as much in the way of silver and gems as it could carry without tripping over the finery.
"The new Pasha-straight from Constantinople!"
"I"ll be d.a.m.ned-is that why they were firing all those guns?"
"It is traditional to greet a new Pasha with a salute of fifteen hundred guns."
"Traditional where where?"
"Here."
"And here here is-?" is-?"
"Forgive me, I forget you have not been right in the head. The city that rises up on yonder mountain is the Invincible Bastion of Islam-the Place of Everlasting Vigil and Combat against the Infidel-the Whip of Christendom, Terror of the Seas, Bridle of Italy and Spain, Scourge of the Islands: who holds the sea under her laws and makes all nations her righteous and lawful prey."
"Bit of a mouthful, isn"t it?"
"The English name is Algiers."
"Well, in Christendom I have seen entire wars prosecuted with less expenditure of gunpowder than Algiers uses to say h.e.l.lo to a Pasha-so perhaps your words are not mere bravado. What language are we speaking, by the way?"
"It is called variously Franco, or Sabir, which in Spanish means "to know." Some of it comes from Provence, Spain, and Italy, some from Arabic and Turkish. Your Your Sabir has much French in it, Jack, mine has more Spanish." Sabir has much French in it, Jack, mine has more Spanish."
"Surely you"re no Spaniard-!"
The man bowed, albeit without doffing his skullcap, and his forelocks tumbled from his shoulders and dangled in s.p.a.ce. "Moseh de la Cruz, at your service."
" "Moses of the Cross?" What the h.e.l.l kind of name is that that?"
Moseh did not appear to find it especially funny. "It is a long story-even by your your standards, Jack. Suffice it to say that the Iberian Peninsula is a complicated place to be Jewish." standards, Jack. Suffice it to say that the Iberian Peninsula is a complicated place to be Jewish."
"How"d you end up here?" Jack began to ask; but he was interrupted by a large Turk, armed with a bull"s p.e.n.i.s, who was waving at Jack and Moseh, commanding them to get out of the surf and return to work-the siesta siesta was was finis finis and it was time for and it was time for trabajo trabajo now that the now that the Pasha Pasha had ridden through the had ridden through the Beb Beb and entered into the and entered into the cite. cite.
The trabajo trabajo consisted of sc.r.a.ping the barnacles from the hull of the adjacent galley, which had been beached and rolled over to expose its keel. Jack, Moseh, and a few dozen other slaves (for there was no getting round the fact that they were slaves) got to work with various rude iron tools while the Turk prowled up and down the length of the hull brandishing that ox-pizzle. High above them, behind the wall, they could hear a sort of rolling fusillade wandering around the city as the parade continued; the thump of the kettledrums, and the outcry of the siege-oboes and a.s.sault-ba.s.soons was, mercifully, deflected heavenwards by the city walls. consisted of sc.r.a.ping the barnacles from the hull of the adjacent galley, which had been beached and rolled over to expose its keel. Jack, Moseh, and a few dozen other slaves (for there was no getting round the fact that they were slaves) got to work with various rude iron tools while the Turk prowled up and down the length of the hull brandishing that ox-pizzle. High above them, behind the wall, they could hear a sort of rolling fusillade wandering around the city as the parade continued; the thump of the kettledrums, and the outcry of the siege-oboes and a.s.sault-ba.s.soons was, mercifully, deflected heavenwards by the city walls.
"It is true, I think-you are cured."
"Never mind what your Alchemists and Chirurgeons will tell you-there is no cure for the French Pox. I"m having a brief interval of sanity, nothing more."
"On the contrary-it is claimed, by certain Arab and Jewish doctors of great distinction, that the aforesaid Pox may be purged from the body, completely and permanently, if the patient is suffered to run an extremely high fever for several consecutive days."
"I don"t feel good, good, mind you, but I don"t feel mind you, but I don"t feel feverish. feverish."
"But a few weeks ago, you and several others came down with violent cases of la suette anglaise. la suette anglaise."
"Never heard of any such disease-and I"m English, mind you."
Moseh de la Cruz shrugged, as best a man could when hacking at a cl.u.s.ter of barnacles with a pitted and rusted iron hoe. "It is a well-known disease, hereabouts-whole neighborhoods were laid low with it in the spring."
"Perhaps they"d made the mistake of listening to too much musick-?"
Moseh shrugged again. "It is a real enough disease-perhaps not as fearsome as some of the others, such as Rising of the Lights, or Ring-Booger, or the Laughing Kidney, or Letters-from-Venice..."
"Avast!"
"In any event, you came down with it, Jack, and had such a fever that all the other tutsaklars tutsaklars in the in the banyolar banyolar were roasting kebabs over your brow for a fortnight. Finally one morning you were p.r.o.nounced dead, and carried out of the were roasting kebabs over your brow for a fortnight. Finally one morning you were p.r.o.nounced dead, and carried out of the banyolar banyolar and thrown into a wain. Our owner sent me round to the Treasury to notify the and thrown into a wain. Our owner sent me round to the Treasury to notify the hoca el-pencik hoca el-pencik so that your t.i.tle deed could be marked as "deceased," which is a necessary step in filing an insurance claim. But the so that your t.i.tle deed could be marked as "deceased," which is a necessary step in filing an insurance claim. But the hoca el-pencik hoca el-pencik knew that a new Pasha was on his way, and wanted to make sure that all the records were in order, lest some irregularity be discovered during an audit, which would cause him to fall under the knew that a new Pasha was on his way, and wanted to make sure that all the records were in order, lest some irregularity be discovered during an audit, which would cause him to fall under the bastinado bastinado at the very least." at the very least."
"May I infer, from this, that insurance fraud is a common failing of slave-owners?"
"Some of them are completely unethical, completely unethical," Moseh confided. "So I was ordered to lead the hoca el-pencik hoca el-pencik back to the back to the banyolar banyolar and show him your body-but not before I was made to wait for hours and hours in his courtyard, as midday came and went, and the and show him your body-but not before I was made to wait for hours and hours in his courtyard, as midday came and went, and the hoca el-pencik hoca el-pencik took a siesta under the lime-tree there. Finally we went to the took a siesta under the lime-tree there. Finally we went to the banyolar banyolar-but in the meantime your wagon had been moved to the burial-ground of the Janissaries."
"Why!? I"m no more a Janissary than you are."
"Sssh! So I had gathered, Jack, from several years of being chained up next to you, and hearing your autobiographical ravings: stories that, at first, were simply too grotesque to believe-then, entertaining after a fashion-then, after the hundredth or thousandth repet.i.tion-"
"Stay. No doubt you you have tedious and insufferable qualities of your own, Moseh de la Cruz, but you have me at a disadvantage, as I cannot remember them. What I want to know is, why did they think I was a Janissary?" have tedious and insufferable qualities of your own, Moseh de la Cruz, but you have me at a disadvantage, as I cannot remember them. What I want to know is, why did they think I was a Janissary?"
"The first clew was that you carried a Janissary-sword when you were captured."
"Proceeds of routine military corpse-looting, nothing more."
"The second: you fought with such valor valor that your want of that your want of skill skill was quite overlooked." was quite overlooked."
"I was trying to get myself killed, or else would"ve shown less of the former, and more of the latter."
"Third: the unnatural state of your p.e.n.i.s was interpreted as a mark of strict chast.i.ty-"
"Correct, perforce!"
"-and a.s.sumed to"ve been self-administered."
"Haw! That"s not how it happened at all-"
"Stay," Moseh said, shielding his face behind both hands.
"I forgot, you"ve heard."
"Fourth: the Arabic numeral seven branded on the back of your hand."
"I"ll have you know that"s a letter V, for Vagabond."
"But sideways it could be taken for a seven."
"How does that make me a Janissary?"
"When a new recruit takes the oath and becomes yeni yoldash, yeni yoldash, which is the lowliest rank, his barrack number is tattooed onto the back of his hand, so it can be known which which is the lowliest rank, his barrack number is tattooed onto the back of his hand, so it can be known which seffara seffara he belongs to, and which he belongs to, and which bash yoldash bash yoldash is responsible for him." is responsible for him."
"All right-so "twas a.s.sumed I"d come up from barracks number seven in some Ottoman garrison-town somewhere."
"Just so. And yet you were clearly out of your mind, and not good for much besides pulling on an oar, so it was decided you"d remain tutsaklar tutsaklar until you died, or regained your senses. If the former, you"d receive a Janissary funeral." until you died, or regained your senses. If the former, you"d receive a Janissary funeral."
"What about the latter?"
"That remains to be seen. As it was, we thought it was the former. So we went to the high ground outside the city-walls, to the burial-ground of the remains to be seen. As it was, we thought it was the former. So we went to the high ground outside the city-walls, to the burial-ground of the ocak ocak-"
"Come again?"
"Ocak: a Turkish order of Janissaries, modeled after the Knights of Rhodes. They rule over Algiers, and are a law and society unto themselves here." a Turkish order of Janissaries, modeled after the Knights of Rhodes. They rule over Algiers, and are a law and society unto themselves here."
"Is that man coming over to hit us with the bull"s p.e.n.i.s a part of this ocak ocak?"
"No. He works for the corsair-captain who owns the galley. The corsairs are yet another completely different society unto themselves."
After the Turk had finished giving Jack and Moseh several bracing strokes of the bull"s p.e.n.i.s, and had wandered away to go beat up on some other other barnacle-sc.r.a.pers, Jack invited Moseh to continue the story. barnacle-sc.r.a.pers, Jack invited Moseh to continue the story.
"The hoca el-pencik hoca el-pencik and several of his aides and I went to that place. And a bleak place it was, Jack, with its countless tombs, mostly shaped like half-eggsh.e.l.ls, meant to evoke a village of and several of his aides and I went to that place. And a bleak place it was, Jack, with its countless tombs, mostly shaped like half-eggsh.e.l.ls, meant to evoke a village of yurts yurts on the Transoxianan Steppe-the ancestral homeland for which Turks are forever homesick-though, if it bears the slightest resemblance to that burying-ground, I cannot imagine why. At any rate, we roamed up and down among these stone yurts for an hour, searching for your corpse, and were about to give up, for the sun was going down, when we heard a m.u.f.fled, echoing voice repeating some strange incantation, or prophecy, in an outlandish tongue. Now the on the Transoxianan Steppe-the ancestral homeland for which Turks are forever homesick-though, if it bears the slightest resemblance to that burying-ground, I cannot imagine why. At any rate, we roamed up and down among these stone yurts for an hour, searching for your corpse, and were about to give up, for the sun was going down, when we heard a m.u.f.fled, echoing voice repeating some strange incantation, or prophecy, in an outlandish tongue. Now the hoca el-pencik hoca el-pencik was on edge to begin with, as this interminable stroll through the graveyard had put him in mind of daimons and was on edge to begin with, as this interminable stroll through the graveyard had put him in mind of daimons and ifrits ifrits and other horrors. When he heard this voice, coming (as we soon realized) from a great mausoleum where a murdered and other horrors. When he heard this voice, coming (as we soon realized) from a great mausoleum where a murdered agha agha had been entombed, he was about to bolt for the city gates. So were his aides. But as they had with them one who was not only a slave, but a Jew to boot, they sent me into that tomb to see what would happen." had been entombed, he was about to bolt for the city gates. So were his aides. But as they had with them one who was not only a slave, but a Jew to boot, they sent me into that tomb to see what would happen."
"And what did happen?"
"I found you, Jack, standing upright in that ghastly, but delightfully cool s.p.a.ce, pounding on the lid of the agha agha"s sarcophagus and repeating certain English words. I knew not what they meant, but they went something like this: "Be a good fellow there, sirrah, and bring me a pint of your best bitter!" "
"I must must have been out of my head," Jack muttered, "for the light lagers of Pilsen are much better suited to have been out of my head," Jack muttered, "for the light lagers of Pilsen are much better suited to this this climate." climate."
"You were still daft, but there was a certain spark about you that I had not seen in a year or two-certainly not since we were traded to Algiers. I suspected that the heat of your fever, compounded with the broiling radiance of the midday sun, under which you"d lain for many hours, had driven the French Pox out of your body. And indeed you have been a little more lucid every day since."
"What did the hoca el-pencik hoca el-pencik think of this?" think of this?"
"When you walked out, you were naked, and sunburnt as red as a boiled crab, and there was speculation that you might be some species of ifrit. ifrit. I have to tell you that the Turks have superst.i.tions about everything, and most especially about Jews-they believe we have occult powers, and of late the Cabbalists have done much to foster such phant"sies. In any event, matters were soon enough sorted out. Our owner received one hundred strokes, with a cane the size of my thumb, on the soles of his feet, and vinegar was poured over the resulting wounds." I have to tell you that the Turks have superst.i.tions about everything, and most especially about Jews-they believe we have occult powers, and of late the Cabbalists have done much to foster such phant"sies. In any event, matters were soon enough sorted out. Our owner received one hundred strokes, with a cane the size of my thumb, on the soles of his feet, and vinegar was poured over the resulting wounds."
"Eeyeh, give me the bull"s p.e.n.i.s any day!"
"It"s expected he may be able to stand up again in a month or two. In the meanwhile, as we wait out the equinoctial storms, we are careening and refitting our galley, as is obvious enough."