CHAPTER XXVIII

A DISAPPOINTMENT

Considering that I had bought a house and land exactly to my taste,

and likely, as Rashîd declared, to raise our honour in the country, I

felt that I had earned the right to take a holiday. Whenever I have

done anything decisive it is my instinct to withdraw myself a little

from the scene of action and inure myself by contemplation to the new

position of affairs. Accordingly, having surveyed the house and land

as owner, I set off with Rashîd upon a ten days' journey beyond the

reach of telegrams and letters.

At the end of the ten days we rode into Beyrout, and put up at a

little hostelry, which we frequented, built out on piers above the

sea. There I found two letters waiting for me, one from the great

Druze chief who sold to me my house and land.

'Never,' he wrote, 'have I had to endure such disrespect and

ignominy. It is not at all what I expected from your friendship. In

obedience to the Consul's order, I wrote express to the Khawâjah ----,

my creditor, informing him that there had been some error and

entreating him to send your cheque in to the British Consulate. I hope

to God you have received it safely before this. My health has suffered

from this huge indignity. I shall not long survive this cruel shame.'

The second letter was from Her Britannic Majesty's Consul-General,

enclosing my cheque written to the order of the Armenian gentleman for

the amount of the mortgage which he held upon my Druze friend's

property, and adjuring me to pay a visit to the Consulate without

delay.

I went that afternoon. The outer office was crowded with the usual set

of English and would-be English persons who went there for gossip. My

appearance called forth more or less derisive shouts. I was a nice

young man to go and buy a village--from a native, too!--without the

forethought to secure a title to the property! It was plain that they

knew more about the matter than I did myself. I felt ashamed, and

must have looked dejected, I suppose, for they changed their tone for

one more genial, crying: 'Cheer up, man! We've all been through it.

You know now what these devils really are. They'll always do you, if

they can. It's no shame to you at your age. They're so devilish

clever.'

I did not know then, nor do I know to-day, that I had ever been

defrauded seriously, or deceived, by any native of the country, but

the legend ran, and doubtless runs, to that effect.

Then I was called into the Consul's presence and strongly blamed by

him for running off just at the moment when my presence was most

needed. I had written joyously to tell him of my purchase. I now heard

that I should have waited for his reply before concluding it. A man

does not buy tracts of land like that, I was severely told. And as I

was so very young and (he implied it) idiotic, he had intervened to

stop the sale, pending inquiries and the discharge of certain

formalities which were legally required. If the seller went into the

court and had the transfer registered and a proper deed of sale made

out, then well and good; but he understood that there was some

objection on the seller's part. If not, then he advised me to give up

the whole idea. Profoundly conscious of my youth, and mindful of past

kindness on the Consul's part, I was, of course, impressed. I thought

I had indeed been foolish, even mad; and promised to do all that he

required of me. As I went through the outer office, looking more than

ever downcast, I was hailed with further adjurations to cheer up, for

they had all been through it.

Rashîd was more depressed than even I was when I told him of the

sudden downfall of our hopes. He cursed the Consul and the Druzes

indiscriminately. But on our journey up into the mountains his

reconstructive mind transfigured my misfortunes, making of them an

event well calculated to 'exalt our honour.' So great was my

consideration in my native country that the Queen herself had written

to the Consul-General to take care of me and see that I was not

defrauded when I bought my land. The Consul, who had been neglectful

of me, and knew nothing of the land I wished to buy, had been afraid

of the Queen's anger, hence his mad activity. I did not hear that

version at the time, nor from Rashîd's own lips; but it came to my

ears eventually, after its vogue was past.

We both hoped, however, that the house and land would yet be ours.

I found the Druze chief prostrate with humiliation and bewilderment.

He greeted me with monstrous sighs, and told me how ashamed he was,

how very ill. His eyes reproached me. What had he ever done to me that

I should loose upon him such a swarm of ignominies. I felt humiliated

and ashamed before him, an honourable man who had been treated like a

rogue on my account.

'I shall not survive these insults, well I know it. I shall die,' he

kept lamenting. 'All my people know the way I have been treated--like

a dog.'

I told him that there had been a misunderstanding, and that the shame

which he had suffered had been all my fault, because I had been absent

for my selfish pleasure at the moment when I might have saved him by a

simple statement of the facts.

'I shall not easily recover,' the chief groaned. 'And then that debt

which I was so delighted to pay off is once again upon my shoulders.'

I explained then that the Consul's stopping of the sale was not

conclusive, but provisional; his only stipulation being that, before I

paid, all the legal formalities necessary to the transfer should have

been fulfilled.

'He asks no more than that your Excellency will condescend to go

before the Caïmmacâm with witnesses, and have a proper title-deed made

out.'

At those words, uttered in all innocence, the great man shuddered

violently and his face went green. I feared that he would have a fit,

but he recovered gradually; and at last he said: 'It is a cruel

thought, and one which must have been suggested to him by my enemies.

Know that the Caïmmacâm at present is my rival and most deadly foe. We

have not met on terms of speech for many years; our servants fight at

chance encounters on the road. It is but five years since I held the

post of Governor which he now occupies. When, by means of calumny and

foul intrigue against me at Stamboul, he managed to supplant me, I

swore a solemn oath that I would never recognise the Government nor

seek its sanction so long as he remained its representative. And now

the Consul bids me have recourse to him. By Allah, I would sooner be

impaled alive.'

He paused a moment, swallowing his rage, then added:

'This, however, I will do. I will summon all the chiefs of all my

people--every head of every family--hither to your presence and

command them all to witness that the property is yours. I will make

them swear to defend you and your successors in possession of it with

their lives if need be, and to leave the obligation as a sacred charge

to their descendants. That, I think, would be sufficient to assure you

undisturbed possession if I die, as well I may, of this unheard-of

treatment. And if I live till happier times--that is, to see the

downfall of my enemy--then you shall have the Government certificate

which the Consul deems of such immense importance.'

I now know that the kind of treaty which he thus proposed, laying a

solemn charge on all his people--who would have been, of course, my

neighbours--to defend my right, would have been worth a good deal

more than any legal document in that wild country. The Armenian

gentleman, who was delighted that his mortgage still held good, told

me as much when next I saw him in the city. He thought me foolish not

to jump at it, particularly when the land was offered to me for a

song. But the Consul's prohibition, and the warnings of the English

colony, possessed more weight with me just then than his opinion, or,

indeed, my own, for I was very young.

I told the chieftain it was not enough.

'Then I am truly sorry,' he replied, with dignity; 'but there the

matter ends. I have told your Honour the reason why I cannot go to

court at present.'

Rashîd was sad when I informed him of my failure. Once more he cursed

the Druzes and all Consuls. And as we rode back through the mountains

he was wrapped in thought. He came at length to the conclusion that

this, too, redounded to our honour, since anybody less exalted than

ourselves would certainly have jumped at such an offer as the chief

had made to me. But everything, for us, must be performed in the most

perfect manner. We were tremendous sticklers for formality.

There was only one thing he could not get over.

'It is the triumph of our enemy, that Sheykh Huseyn,' he told me. 'I

hate to think of him in comfort in our house.'

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