CHAPTER LV

Of the man Hajji Baba meets, thinking him dead; and of the marriage

which he brings about.

Having accomplished this part of my business, I strolled to one of the

most frequented caravanserais in the city, to see whether, perchance,

some circumstance might not turn up to advance my master’s views. As I

approached it, I found all the avenues blocked up with mules and camels

heavily laden, intermixed with travellers, some of whom wearing a white

band, the distinguishing mark of the pilgrims who have visited the tomb

of Iman Reza, at Meshed, informed me that the caravan came from the

province of Khorassan. I waited to see it gradually unravel from the

maze of the narrow streets, and, after a due allowance of wrangling and

abuse between the mule and camel drivers, I saw it take up its abode in

the square of the building.

‘Perhaps’, said I, ‘my good stars may throw some of my former

acquaintance at Meshed into my way’; and I looked at each traveller with

great earnestness. It was true that many years had now elapsed since my

memorable bastinado, and that time would have made great changes in the

appearances of men; but still, I, who knew each face by heart, and

had studied its expression as it inhaled my smoke, hoped that my

recollection would not fail me.

I had despaired of making a discovery, and was about to walk away, when

a certain nose, a certain round back, and a certain projecting paunch,

met my eye, and arrested my attention.

‘Those forms are familiar to me,’ said I; ‘they are connected with

some of my early ideas; and assuredly are the property of one who is

something more than a common acquaintance.’ My first master, Osman Aga,

came into my mind; but all idea of him I immediately banished, because

it was more than certain that he had long since fallen a victim to the

horrors of his captivity among the Turcomans. Still I looked at him, and

at every glance I felt convinced it was either he, his brother, or his

ghost. I approached to where he was seated, in the hope of hearing him

speak; but he seemed to be torpid (which was another characteristic in

favour of my suspicion), and I had waited some time in vain, when, to

my surprise, I heard him, in a voice well known to my ears, inquire of

a merchant who was passing, ‘In God’s name, what may be the price of

lambs’ skins at Constantinople?’

‘Oh, for once,’ said I, ‘I cannot be mistaken! You can be no one but

Osman,’--and I immediately made myself known to him.

He was as slow to believe that it was Hajji Baba who accosted him, as I

had been to make him out Osman Aga.

After our expressions of mutual astonishment had somewhat subsided, we

began to survey each other. I discussed the greyness of his beard, and

he complimented me upon the beauty and blackness of mine. He talked

with great serenity of the lapse of time, and of the nothingness of

this world, from which I perceived that his belief in predestination

had rather increased than diminished by his misfortunes, and which alone

could account for the equanimity with which he had borne them. In his

usual concise manner, he related what had befallen him since we last

met. He said, that after the first feelings of misery at his captivity

had gone by, his time passed more agreeably than he had expected; for he

had nothing to do but to sit with the camels, whose nature being of

the same calm and philosophic cast as his own, suited his quiet and

sedentary habits. His food was indifferent, but then he had excellent

water; and the only privation which he seemed to regret was tobacco,--a

want which long previous habit rendered infinitely painful. Years had

run on in this manner, and he had made up his mind to pass the remainder

of his life with the camels, when his destiny took another turn, and he

once more had the cheering hope of being restored to liberty. One, who

gave himself out for a prophet, appeared among the Turcomans. According

to the custom of such personages, he established his influence by

pretending to work two or three miracles, and which were received

as such by that credulous people. His word became a law. The most

celebrated and experienced marauders freely laid their spoils at his

feet, and willingly listed under his banner, in whatever enterprise he

chose to propose. Osman Aga presented himself before him, asserted his

privileges of a Sûni, and, moreover, of being an emir, and at length

succeeded in making the impostor procure his liberty without ransom,

which he did, in order to advance the glory of the true faith. Once

free, he lost no time in proceeding to Meshed, where, to his great

good fortune, he met merchants from Bagdad, one of whom being nearly

connected to him by marriage, advanced him a small sum of money to

trade with. He received encouraging accounts of the state of the Turkish

markets for the produce of Bokhara, and thither he proceeded to make his

purchases on the spot. Owing to his long residence among the Turcomans,

he had acquired much useful knowledge concerning their manners and

customs--particularly on the subject of buying and selling--and this

enabled him to trade, with much success, between Bokhara and Persia,

until he had gained a sufficient sum to enable his return to his country

with advantage. He was now on the road to Constantinople, with several

mules laden with the merchandise of Bokhara, Samarcand, and the east of

Persia; and having disposed of it there, it was then his intention to

return to his native city, Bagdad. He expressed, however, his intention

to remain at Tehran until the spring caravan should assemble, in order

to enjoy some of the pleasures of an imperial residence, after having

lived so long among savages, as he called the Turcomans, and he inquired

from me how he might most agreeably pass his time.

My fair charges immediately came into my mind; and recollecting of old

that he was a great advocate for the marriage state, I proposed a wife

to him without loss of time.

Certainly, thought I, nothing was ever more strongly pronounced than the

doctrine of predestination has been in this instance. Here, one of my

masters arrives from regions beyond the rising of the sun, to espouse

the widow of another of my masters, who dies just at the very nick of

time to produce the meeting, which I, who come from the countries of the

south, step in to promote.

The hakîm’s widow was the fattest of the three, and therefore I made

no scruple in proposing her to Osman, who at once acceded to my offer.

Softening down the little asperities of her temper, making much of her

two eyebrows in one, and giving a general description of her person,

suited to the Ottoman taste, I succeeded in giving a very favorable

opinion to the bridegroom of his intended.

I then proceeded to inform the mollah Nadân of my success, who appeared

to listen with delight to the adventures of this couple, which I related

to him with scrupulous detail. He directed me how to proceed, and

informed me, in order to make the marriage lawful, that a vakeel, or

trustee, must appear on the part of the woman, and another on that of

the man. That the woman’s vakeel having beforehand agreed upon the terms

of the marriage, proceeded to ask the following question of the man’s

_vakeel_, in the Arabic tongue.

‘Have you agreed to give your soul to me upon such and such conditions?’

to which the other answers, ‘I have agreed’; and then the parties are

held to be lawfully joined together. Nadân himself proposed to officiate

on the part of the hakîm’s widow, and I on the part of Osman; and it was

left to my ingenuity to obtain as large a fee as possible for ourselves,

on this happy occasion.

I forthwith communicated the joyful tidings to the khanum, as I still

called her, who did not fail to excite the envy of her other companions,

for she immediately laid her success to her superior beauty, and to that

never-failing object of her care, her two eyebrows in one. She was,

as the reader may be allowed to suppose, in great anxiety at her

appearance; for she dreaded not being corpulent enough for her Turk, and

from what I could judge, rather doubted the brilliancy of her eye, from

the great quantity of black paint which she had daubed on her eyelids.

I left her to return to Osman Aga, who, good man, was also arming

himself for conquest; and he seemed to think that, owing to his long

residence among camels, he might have imbibed so much of their natures

as to have become a fit subject for the perfumes of musk and ambergris.

Accordingly, he went to the bath, his grey beard was dyed a glossy

black; his hands received a golden tinge; and his mustachios were

invited to curl upwards towards the corners of his eyes, instead of

downwards into his mouth, as they usually had done.

He then arrayed himself in his best, and followed me to the house of the

mollah Nadân, where owing to this change in his appearance, he very well

passed off for a man at least ten years younger than he was in reality.

As soon as the parties came in sight of each other, an unconcerned

bystander would have been amused with their first glances--he, the

bridegroom, endeavouring to discover what he was about to espouse--she,

the bride, making play with her veil in such an artful manner as to

induce his belief that it concealed celestial charms. But I was too

deeply interested in the game to make it matter of amusement. Besides,

more than once, a certain fifty ducats that had formerly belonged to

Osman, and which I had appropriated to my own use, came into my mind,

and made me fear that it also might have a place in his: ‘and if,’ said

I, ‘he gets displeased and angry, who knows what ashes may not fall upon

my head!’

However, they were married; and I believe most truly that he did not

succeed in getting one glimpse of his intended until I had pronounced

the awful words, ‘I agree’; when in his impatience he partly pulled her

veil on one side, and I need not say that he was far from fainting with

delight.

As soon as he was well satisfied that his charmer was not a Zuleikha, he

called me to him, and said, ‘Hajji, I thought that youth, at least, she

would have possessed; but she is more wrinkled than any camel. How is

this?’

I got out of the scrape as well as I was able, by assuring him that

she had once been the flower of the royal harem, and reminded him that

nothing had so much to do with marriage as destiny.

‘Ah! that destiny’, said he, ‘is an answer for everything; but be its

effects what it may, it can no more make an old hag a young woman, than

it can make one and one three.’

Sorely did I fear that he would return his bargain upon our hands; but

when he found that it was impossible to expect anything better in

a mutî, a class of females, who generally were the refuse of

womankind,--old widows, and deserted wives; and who, rather than

live under the opprobrium that single life entails in our Mahomedan

countries, would put up with anything that came under the denomination

of husband, he agreed to take her to his home. I expected, like a hungry

hawk, who, the instant he is unhooded, pounces upon his prey, that Osman

as soon as he had got a sight of his charmer, would have carried her off

with impatience; but I was disappointed. He walked leisurely on to

his room in the caravanserai, and told her that she might follow him

whenever it suited her convenience.

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