CHAPTER XLVII

Hajji Baba is robbed by his friend, and left utterly destitute; but is

released from his confinement.

My mind now dwelt upon the promise which the mûshtehed had made of

procuring my pardon and release from the Shah, when he came to visit the

sanctuary at Kom; and it occurred to me, that to secure the favour of

so powerful an advocate, I ought to make him a present, without which

nothing is ever accomplished in Persia. But of what it was to be

composed was the next consideration. The money left in my purse was all

that I had to subsist upon until I should acquire a new livelihood; and,

little as it was, I had kept it safely buried in an unfrequented corner

near my cell.

I fixed upon a praying-carpet, as the best present for one who is always

upon his knees, and had laid my plan for getting some brought to me from

the bazaar to look at.

‘Every time the good man prays,’ said I, ‘he will think of me; and as

one is apt to make good resolutions in such moments, perhaps he will be

put in mind of his promises to endeavour to release me.’

I forthwith resorted to my secret corner for my purse, in the

determination of sacrificing one of my remaining tomauns to this

purpose. But here let me stop, and let me request the reader to

recollect himself, and reflect upon his feelings after the most severe

disappointment which it may have been his lot to sustain, and let

me tell him, that it was nothing to my grief, to my rage, to my

exasperation, when I found my purse was gone.

My soul came into my mouth; and without a moment’s hesitation I

exclaimed, ‘O thou bankrupt dog! thou unsainted dervish! You have

brought me safe into harbour, ’tis true; but you have left me without an

anchor. May your life be a bitter one, and may your daily bread be the

bread of grief! And so, after all, Hajji Baba has become a beggar!’

I then took to making the most sorrowful moanings and lamentations; for

the fear of starvation now stared me in the face notwithstanding the

charity of the people of Kom; and as despair is a malady which increases

the more the mind dwells upon its misfortune, I seemed to take delight

in reverting to all the horrors which I had lately witnessed in the

death of Zeenab; then I dwelt upon my confinement, then upon my loss,

and at length wound myself up to look upon my situation as so desperate,

that if I had had poison by me, I should certainly have swallowed it.

At this moment passed by my cell the old mollah, who, during my visit to

the mûshtehed, had warned me against putting too much confidence in the

dervish. I told him of my misfortune, and raised such doleful wailings,

that his heart was touched.

‘You spoke but too well, O mollah!’ said I, ‘when you warned me against

the dervish. My money is gone, and I am left behind. I am a stranger;

and he who called himself my friend has proved my bitterest enemy!

Curses on such a friend! Oh! whither shall I turn for assistance?’

‘Do not grieve, my son,’ said the mollah; ‘we know that there is a God,

and if it be his will to try you with misfortune, why do you repine?

Your money is gone,--gone it is, and gone let it be; but your skin is

left,--and what do you want more? A skin is no bad thing, after all!’

‘What words are these?’ said I: ‘I know that a skin is no bad thing; but

will it get back my money from the dervish?’

I then requested the old man to state my misfortune to the mûshtehed,

and, moreover, my impossibility of showing him that respect by a

present, which was due to him, and which it had been my intention to

make.

He left me with promises of setting my case in its proper light before

the holy man; and, to my great joy, on the very same day the news of the

approaching arrival of the Shah was brought to Kom by the chief of

the tent-pitchers, who came to make the necessary preparations for his

accommodation.

The large open saloon in the sanctuary in which the king prays was

spread with fine carpets, the court was swept and watered, the fountain

in the centre of the reservoir was made to play, and the avenues to the

tomb were put into order. A deputation, consisting of all the priests,

was collected, to go before him, and meet him on his entry; and nothing

of ceremony was omitted which was due to the honour and dignity of the

Shadow of the Almighty upon earth.

I now became exceedingly anxious about my future fate; for it was long

since I had heard from Tehran, and I was ignorant of the measure of the

Shah’s resentment against me. Looking upon the dark side of things, my

imagination led me to think that nothing short of my head would

satisfy him; but then, cheering myself with a more pleasing prospect, I

endeavoured to believe that I was too insignificant a personage that

my death should be of any consequence, and built all my hopes upon the

intercession of the mûshtehed.

The chief tent-pitcher had formerly been my friend, and among his

assistants I recognized many of my acquaintance. I soon made myself

known to them; and they did not, for a wonder, draw back from

recognizing me, although one of our greatest sages hath said, ‘that a

man in adversity is shunned like a piece of base money, which nobody

will take; and which, if perchance it has been received, is passed off

to another as soon as possible.’

The newcomers gave me all the intelligence of what had happened at court

since I had left it; and although I professed to have renounced the

world, and to have become a recluse, a sitter in a corner, as it is

called, yet still I found that I had an ear for what was passing in

it. They informed me that the chief executioner had returned from his

campaign against the Russians, and had brought the Shah a present of two

Georgian slaves, a male and a female, besides other rarities, in order

the better to persuade him of his great feats and generalship. The

present had been accepted, and his face was to be whitened by a dress

of honour, provided he made the _tobeh_, oath of penance, restraining

himself from the use of wine for the future. I also learnt,

notwithstanding it was known how deeply I was implicated in Zeenab’s

guilt, that my former master, the hakîm, had still been obliged to make

a large present to the Shah, besides having had half his beard pulled

out by the roots, for the loss which his majesty had incurred by her

death, and for his disappointment at not finding her ready to dance and

sing before him on his return from Sultanieh. The king’s wrath for the

loss of the Cûrdish slave had in great measure subsided, owing to the

chief executioner’s gift of the Georgian one, who was described as being

the finest person of the sort who had been exhibited at the slave-market

since the days of the celebrated _Taous_, or Peacock; and was, in short,

the pearl of the shell of beauty, the marrow of the spine of perfection.

She had a face like the full moon, eyes of the circumference of the

chief tent-pitcher’s forefinger and thumb, a waist that he could

span, and a form tall and majestic as the full-grown cypress. And they

moreover assured me, that the Shah’s anger against me would very easily

cede to a present of a few tomauns.

Here again my anathemas against the dervish broke forth; ‘and but for

him,’ said I, ‘I might have appeared not empty-handed.’ However, I was

delighted to hear that my case was not so desperate as I had imagined;

and, seated on the carpet of hope, smoking the pipe of expectation,

I determined to await my fate with that comfortable feeling of

predestination which has been so wisely dispensed by the holy Prophet

for the peace and quiet of all true believers.

The King of Kings arrived the next day, and alighted at his tents, which

were pitched without the town. I will not waste the reader’s time in

describing all the ceremonies of his reception, which, by his desire,

were curtailed as much as possible, inasmuch as his object in visiting

the tomb of Fatimeh was not to reap worldly distinctions, but to humble

himself before God and men, in the hope of obtaining better and higher

reward.

His policy has always been to keep in good odour with the priesthood

of his country; for he knew that their influence, which is considerable

over the minds of the people, was the only bar between him and unlimited

power. He therefore courted Mirza Abdul Cossim, the mûshtehed of Kom,

by paying him a visit on foot, and by permitting him to be seated before

him, an honour seldom conferred on one of the laity. He also went

about the town on foot, during the whole time of his stay there, giving

largely to the poor, and particularly consecrating rich and valuable

gifts at the shrine of the saint. The king himself, and all those who

composed his train, thought it proper to suit their looks to the fashion

of the place; and I was delighted to find that I was not singular in

my woe-smitten face and my mortified gait. I recollected to have heard,

when I was about the court, that the Shah, in point of fact, was a Sûfi

at heart, although very rigid in the outward practices of religion; and

it was refreshing to me to perceive, among the great officers in his

train, one of the secretaries of state, a notorious sinner of that

persuasion, who was now obliged to fold up his principles in the napkin

of oblivion, and clothe himself in the garments of the true faith.

On the morning of the Shah’s visit to the tomb for the purpose of saying

his prayers, I was on the alert, in the hopes of being remarked by the

mûshtehed, who would thus be reminded of his promises to me.

About an hour before the prayer of midday, the Shah, on foot, escorted

by an immense concourse of attendants, priests, and of the people,

entered the precincts of the sanctuary. He was dressed in a dark suit,

the sombre colours of which were adapted to the solemn looks of his

face, and he held in his hand a long enamelled stick, curiously inlaid

at the pommel. He had put by all ornament, wearing none of his customary

jewellery, not even his dagger, which on other occasions he is never

without. The only article of great value was his rosary, composed

of large pearls (the produce of his fishery at Bahrein), of the most

beautiful water and symmetry, and this he kept constantly in his hand.

The mûshtehed walked two or three steps behind him on the left hand,

respectfully answered the interrogatories which the king was pleased to

make, and lent a profound attention to all his observations.

When the procession came near me (for it passed close to my cell), I

seized an opportunity, when no officer was at hand, to run forward,

throw myself on my knees, make the prostration with my face to the

ground, and exclaim, ‘Refuge in the King of Kings, the asylum of the

world! In the name of the blessed Fatimeh, mercy!’

‘Who is this?’ exclaimed the king to the mûshtehed, ‘Is he one of

yours?’

‘He has taken the bust (the sanctuary),’ answered the mirza, ‘and

he claims the accustomed pardon of the Shadow of the Almighty to all

unfortunate refugees whenever he visits the tomb. He and we all are your

sacrifice; and whatever the Shah ordains, so let it be.’

‘But who and what are you?’ said the Shah to me; ‘why have you taken

refuge here?’

‘May I be our sacrifice!’ said I. ‘Your slave was the sub-deputy

executioner to the Centre of the Universe, Hajji Baba by name; and my

enemies have made me appear criminal in the eyes of the Shah, whilst I

am innocent.’

‘_Yaftéh îm_, we have understood,’ rejoined the king, after a minute’s

pause. ‘So you are that Hajji Baba? _Mûbarek_, much good may it do you.

Whether it was one dog or another that did the deed, whether the hakîm

or the sub-deputy, it comes to the same thing,--the end of it has been

that the king’s goods have burnt. That is plain enough, is it not, Mirza

Abdul Cossim?’ said he, addressing himself to the mûshtehed.

‘Yes, by the sacred head of the king,’ answered the holy man; ‘generally

in all such cases between man and woman, they, and they alone, can speak

to the truth.’

‘But what does our holy religion say in such cases?’ observed the king:

‘the Shah has lost a slave--there is a price of blood for the meanest

of human beings--even a Frank or a Muscovite have their price, and why

should we expend our goods gratis, for the amusement of either our chief

physician or our sub-deputy executioner?’

‘There is a price upon each of God’s creatures, and blood must not be

spilt without its fine; but there is also an injunction of forgiveness

and lenity towards one’s fellow creatures,’ said the mûshtehed, ‘which

our holy Prophet (upon whom be eternal blessings!) has more particularly

addressed to those invested with authority, and which, O king, cannot

be better applied than in this instance. Let the Shah forgive this

unfortunate sinner, and he will reap greater reward in Heaven than if he

had killed twenty Muscovites, or impaled the father of all Europeans, or

even if he had stoned a Sûfi.’

‘Be it so,’ said the Shah; and turning to me, he said with a loud

voice, ‘_Murakhas_, you are dismissed; and recollect it is owing to the

intercession of this man of God,’ putting his hand at the same time

upon the shoulder of the mûshtehed, ‘that you are free, and that you are

permitted to enjoy the light of the sun. _Bero!_ Go! open your eyes, and

never again stand before our presence.’

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