CHAPTER LX

Hajji and the mollah make plans suited to their critical situation,

showing that no confidence can exist between rogues.

The mollah Nadân having finished his narrative, I endeavoured to

persuade him that the same destiny which had presided over his success

in life, and afterwards over his misfortunes, would no doubt serve him

again, and restore him to his lost situation: ‘for,’ said I, ‘we both

of us have seen enough of life in Persia to have ascertained its extreme

instability. When events depend upon the will of one man, he may with as

much consistency order you back from exile, as he did the plucking your

beard and the thrusting you forth from the city. There is a reaction in

misfortune which frequently produces increased prosperity. Thus when the

smith sprinkles water upon his burning charcoal, it is extinguished

for a moment, and smoke takes the place of flame; but again, at the

slightest blast of his bellows, the fire breaks out with redoubled

brilliancy.’

‘That is precisely the thought with which I was consoling myself,’ said

my companion, ‘and which set me singing, when you overtook me on the

road. The Shah most probably thought it necessary to make an exhibition

of justice, by way of ingratiating himself with the Christian merchants;

but the day will come when he will feel the necessity of making friends

of the upholders of the Mohamedan religion, and then the good opinion of

such a man as I, who am beloved by my people, will be of consequence to

him. I had some thoughts, I confess, of relinquishing priestcraft, and

becoming a merchant; but, all things considered, I shall continue to

follow my original destiny. I have now an opportunity of setting up for

a martyr, and _that_, now I recollect it, is worth more than the loss

of my worldly goods, my house, my furniture, my white ass, and even my

mûties.’

‘Then what do you propose doing?’ said I. ‘Will you accompany me to

Bagdad, or will you wait the tide of events in Persia?’

‘My plan,’ said he, ‘is to proceed to my native place, Hamadan, where my

father, who is still alive, enjoys considerable reputation: through his

means I will set negotiations on foot for my readmission to the capital,

and ultimately for my restoration to the situations of which I have been

deprived. But you,--what road do you intend to pursue? When, inshallah,

please God, I am restored, I shall require your talents to make my mûti

establishment prosper. You had better remain at Hamadan with me, and

follow my fortunes.’

‘Ah, my friend,’ said I, ‘with all my present apparent prosperity, I am

more of an exile than you. Events have played wickedly into my lap, and

here am I (God knows how unwillingly) an avowed thief. I could not do

otherwise than follow my destiny, which has clothed me with the garments

of the chief priest, enriched me with his money, and mounted me upon the

finely caparisoned steed of the executioner in chief. That same destiny

compels me to fly my country: I cannot remain in it to run the chance of

being discovered and cut into quarters, to grace the gates of the city.

No, before many days are expired, I hope to have reached the Turkish

frontier, and then only shall I call myself in safety.’

Upon this I made him an offer of part of my acquired spoils, by which I

hoped to secure his secrecy, and happy was I to find him nothing loth.

He accepted of ten tomauns (leaving me ninety-five in hand), which he

said would be enough for present purposes, and which he promised to

repay whenever his fortunes should be reestablished. But upon taking

them from me, he again urged me to proceed with him to Hamadan. He

represented in the strongest colours the danger I ran of being seized

before I could escape from the Shah’s territories, and even when I

should have quitted them. ‘For,’ said he, ‘the moment the death of the

mollah bashi is known, and as soon as the chief executioner shall have

discovered the loss of his horse, he will not fail to dispatch officers

throughout the country in search of you, and you are too conspicuous a

character now not to be easily traced. It will be much better for you to

take refuge with me, who will not fail to avert any inquiries, until the

event has blown over, when you will be at liberty to follow your plans

in safety. My father owns a village at some distance from Hamadan, where

you can live unsuspected; and as for your horse and trappings, we

may dispose of them in such a manner that they cannot lead to your

discovery. Hamadan is not very far distant. If you depart hence at

midnight, we shall reach it early to-morrow; and this we can easily do

by making your horse carry us both. Consider that the journey is long to

the Turkish frontier; and should the beast fail you, what is to hinder

your being taken?’

His words gave a new turn to my thoughts, and I saw that he spoke the

language of reason. Totally ignorant of this part of Persia, and feeling

how necessary it was for my safety not only to be acquainted with the

high roads, but also with the unfrequented paths, I looked upon a rapid

flight to the frontier as an undertaking not so easily performed as

imagined. If the mollah was inclined to betray me, he would as easily

do so whether I fled or whether I adopted his plan; and of the two, it

appeared to me a safer line of conduct to confide in than to distrust

him: and accordingly I agreed to accompany him.

Refreshed both by food and rest, we departed at midnight, and made

great progress on the road to Hamadan ere the sun rose. Having reached a

rising ground which gave us a view of the city, we made a halt, in order

to decide upon our present operations. Nadân pointed with his hand to

a village about a parasang distant, and said, ‘That is the village in

which you must take up your quarters, until the story of the mollah

bashi’s extraordinary death be blown over; but you cannot present

yourself in this magnificent garb, and mounted on this fine horse,

without creating suspicion. I propose that we exchange dresses, and

that, you surrender the horse up to me. By this means you will appear

in the character of a dependant of my father at his village, and I shall

keep up the respectability of mine, by returning to the paternal roof

properly equipped. This arrangement will advance our mutual as well as

our combined interests. You will be safe from suspicion, and I shall not

look the pauper that I do now. The history of my disgrace will no doubt

soon reach the ears of my family, and perhaps lower them in the eyes of

the world; but in this country, where so much depends upon the effect of

outward show, as soon as it is known that I returned to them mounted on

a horse with an enamelled bridle, a gold-pommelled saddle, and with a

Cashmerian shawl round my waist, they as well as I will be restored to

our proper places again. After I have enjoyed the advantage of these

things a few days, it will be easy to sell them under some plausible

pretext, and then you shall duly receive their amount.’

I was rather startled by this proposal, for certainly my companion had

not inspired me with sufficient confidence to encourage me trusting him

with so much property without any other security than his word. But

I felt the truth of all he said. It was impossible for me to keep my

incognito at the village for ten days or a fortnight dressed as I was,

and the possessor of a fine horse, without creating suspicion. I was

now, ’tis true, completely in the power of the mollah; but by his

proposed arrangement he would have become such an accomplice in

my guilt, that he could never denounce me without at the same time

involving himself.

‘But,’ said I, ‘suppose a nasakchi discovers the horse, what becomes of

us then? You will be seized as well as I.’

‘God is great,’ answered the mollah; ‘no one can have travelled as fast

as we, and before any officer can arrive at Hamadan I shall have reached

my father’s house, and produced all the sensation I require in the city.

It will be easy after that to secrete both the horse and his trappings.

I take all the risk upon myself.’

Nothing more after this was to be said on my part. We immediately

stripped, and made an exchange of clothes. He got from me the deceased

mollah bashi’s under garment, his caba, or coat, his Cashmerian girdle,

and his outward cloak, made of a dark green broad cloth; and I, in

return, received his old clothes, which had been torn on his person the

day he had been thrust out of Tehran. I gave him my black cap, round

which he wound the chief priest’s head-shawl, which I had still

preserved; and, in return, he delivered over to me his skull-cap. I

preserved the mollah bashi’s purse, the remaining money, the watch and

seals; whilst I permitted him the use of the inkstand, the rosary, the

pocket looking-glass, and the comb. He then stuck the roll of paper in

his girdle; and when completely made up and mounted, he looked so much

like the deceased chief priest himself, that I quite started at the

resemblance.

We parted with great apparent affection: he promised that I should

hear from him immediately, and in the meanwhile gave me every necessary

information concerning his father’s village, leaving it to my own

ingenuity to make out as plausible a story for myself as I might be

able. He then rode away, leaving me with no very agreeable feelings,

on finding myself alone in the world, uncertain of the future, and

suspicious of my present fate.

I made the best of my road to the village; but was extremely puzzled in

what character to introduce myself to the inhabitants. In fact, I looked

like one dropped from the skies; for what could be possibly said for a

man, of good appearance, without a shawl to his waist, or an outer coat

to his back, with a pair of slippers to his feet, and a skull-cap on his

head? After much hesitation I determined to call myself a merchant, who

had been robbed and plundered by the Cûrds, and then sham a sickness,

which might be a pretext for remaining in the village until I could hear

from the mollah, who would no doubt furnish me with intelligence

which might enable me to determine how long I ought to remain in my

hiding-place.

In this I succeeded perfectly. The good people of the village, whom

Heaven for my good luck had endowed with a considerable share of

dullness, believed my story, and took me in. The only inconvenience I

had to endure was the necessity of swallowing prescriptions of an old

woman, the doctor of the community, who was called to show her skill

upon me.

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