NAHOUM DROPS THE MASK
"CLARIDGE PASHA!"
At the sound of the words, announced in a loud voice, hundreds of heads
were turned towards the entrance of the vast salon, resplendent with
gilded mirrors, great candelabra and chandeliers, golden hangings, and
divans glowing with robes of yellow silk.
It was the anniversary of Kaid's succession, and all entitled to come
poured into the splendid chamber. The showy livery of the officials, the
loose, spacious, gorgeous uniforms of the officers, with the curved
jewelled scimitars and white turbans, the rich silk robes of the Ulema,
robe over robe of coloured silk with flowing sleeves and sumptuous silken
vests, the ample dignity of noble-looking Arabs in immense white turbans,
the dark straight Stambouli coat of the officials, made a picture of
striking variety and colour and interest.
About the centre of the room, laying palm to palm again and yet again,
touching lips and forehead and breast, speaking with slow, leisurely,
voices, were two Arab sheikhs from the far Soudan. One of these showed a
singular interest in the movements of Nahoum Pasha as he entered the
chamber, and an even greater interest in David when he was announced; but
as David, in his journey up the chamber, must pass near him, he drew
behind a little group of officials, who whispered to each other excitedly
as David came on. More than once before this same Sheikh Abdullah had
seen David, and once they had met, and had made a treaty of amity, and
Abdullah had agreed to deal in slaves no more; and yet within three
months had sent to Cairo two hundred of the best that could be found
between Khartoum and Senaar. His business, of which Ebn Ezra Bey had due
knowledge, had now been with Nahoum. The business of the other Arab, a
noble-looking and wiry Bedouin from the South, had been with Ebn Ezra
Bey, and each hid his business from his friend. Abdullah murmured to
himself as David passed--a murmur of admiration and astonishment. He had
heard of the disfavour in which the Inglesi was; but, as he looked at
David's face with its quiet smile, the influence which he felt in the
desert long ago came over him again.
"By Allah," he said aloud abstractedly, "it is a face that will not hide
when the khamsin blows! Who shall gainsay it? If he were not an infidel
he would be a Mahdi."
To this his Bedouin friend replied: "As the depths of the pool at Ghebel
Farik, so are his eyes. You shall dip deep and you shall not find the
bottom. Bismillah, I would fight Kaid's Nubians, but not this infidel
pasha!"
Never had David appeared to such advantage. The victory over himself the
night before, the message of hope that had reached him at the monastery
in the desert, the coming of Lacey, had given him a certain quiet
masterfulness not reassuring to his foes.
As he entered the chamber but now, there flashed into his mind the scene
six years ago when, an absolute stranger, he had stepped into this
Eastern salon, and had heard his name called out to the great throng:
"Claridge efendi!"
He addressed no one, but he bowed to the group of foreign consuls-
general, looking them steadily in the eyes. He knew their devices and
what had been going on of late, he was aware that his fall would mean a
blow to British prestige, and the calmness of his gaze expressed a
fortitude which had a disconcerting effect upon the group. The British
Consul-General stood near by. David advanced to him, and, as he did so,
the few who surrounded the Consul-General fell back. David held out his
hand. Somewhat abashed and ill at ease, the Consul-General took it.
"Have you good news from Downing Street?" asked David quietly.
The Consul-General hesitated for an instant, and then said: "There is no
help to be had for you or for what you are doing in that quarter." He
lowered his voice. "I fear Lord Eglington does not favour you; and he
controls the Foreign Minister. I am very sorry. I have done my best,
but my colleagues, the other consuls, are busy--with Lord Eglington."
David turned his head away for an instant. Strange how that name sent a
thrill through him, stirred his blood! He did not answer the Consul-
General, and the latter continued:
"Is there any hope? Is the breach with Kaid complete?"
David smiled gravely. "We shall see presently. I have made no change in
my plans on the basis of a breach."
At that moment he caught sight of Nahoum some distance away and moved
towards him. Out of the corner of his eye Nahoum saw David coming, and
edged away towards that point where Kaid would enter, and where the crowd
was greater. As he did so Kaid appeared. A thrill went through the
chamber. Contrary to his custom, he was dressed in the old native
military dress of Mehemet Ali. At his side was a jewelled scimitar, and
in his turban flashed a great diamond. In his hand he carried a snuff-
box, covered with brilliants, and on his breast were glittering orders.
The eyes of the reactionaries flashed with sinister pleasure when they
saw Kaid. This outward display of Orientalism could only be a reflex of
the mind. It was the outer symbol of Kaid's return to the spirit of the
old days, before the influence of the Inglesi came upon him. Every
corrupt and intriguing mind had a palpitation of excitement.
In Nahoum the sight of Kaid produced mixed feelings. If, indeed, this
display meant reaction towards an entourage purely Arab, Egyptian, and
Muslim, then it was no good omen for his Christian self. He drew near,
and placed himself where Kaid could see him. Kaid's manner was cheerful,
but his face showed the effect of suffering, physical and mental.
Presently there entered behind him Sharif Bey, whose appearance was the
signal for a fresh demonstration. Now, indeed, there could be no doubt
as to Kaid's reaction. Yet if Sharif had seen Mizraim's face evilly
gloating near by he would have been less confident.
David was standing where Kaid must see him, but the Effendina gave no
sign of recognition. This was so significant that the enemies of David
rejoiced anew. The day of the Inglesi was over. Again and again did
Kaid's eye wander over David's head.
David remained calm and watchful, neither avoiding nor yet seeking the
circle in which Kaid moved. The spirit with which he had entered the
room, however, remained with him, even when he saw Kaid summon to him
some of the most fanatical members of the court circle, and engage them
in talk for a moment. But as this attention grew more marked, a cloud
slowly gathered in the far skies of his mind.
There was one person in the great assembly, however, who seemed to be
unduly confident. It was an ample, perspiring person in evening dress,
who now and again mopped a prematurely bald head, and who said to
himself, as Kaid talked to the reactionaries:
"Say, Kald's overdoing it. He's putting potted chicken on the butter.
But it's working all right-r-i-g-h-t. It's worth the backsheesh!"
At this moment Kaid fastened David with his look, and spoke in a tone so
loud that people standing at some distance were startled.
"Claridge Pasha!"
In the hush that followed David stepped forward. "May the bounty of the
years be thine, Saadat," Kaid said in a tone none could misunderstand.
"May no tree in thy orchard wither, Effendina," answered David in a firm
voice.
Kaid beckoned him near, and again he spoke loudly: "I have proved thee,
and found thee as gold tried seven times by the fire, Saadat. In the
treasury of my heart shall I store thee up. Thou art going to the Soudan
to finish the work Mehemet Ali began. I commend thee to Allah, and will
bid thee farewell at sunrise--I and all who love Egypt."
There was a sinister smile on his lips, as his eyes wandered over the
faces of the foreign consuls-general. The look he turned on the
intriguers of the Palace was repellent; he reserved for Sharif a moody,
threatening glance, and the desperate hakim shrank back confounded from
it. His first impulse was to flee from the Palace and from Cairo; but he
bethought himself of the assault to be made on Kaid by the tent-maker, as
he passed to the mosque a few hours later, and he determined to await the
issue of that event. Exchanging glances with confederates, he
disappeared, as Kaid laid a hand on David's arm and drew him aside.
After viewing the great throng cynically for a moment Kaid said: "To-
morrow thou goest. A month hence the hakim's knife will find the thing
that eats away my life. It may be they will destroy it and save me; if
not, we shall meet no more."
David looked into his eyes. "Not in a month shall thy work be completed,
Effendina. Thou shalt live. God and thy strong will shall make it so."
A light stole over the superstitious face. "No device or hatred, or
plot, has prevailed against thee," Kaid said eagerly. "Thou hast
defeated all--even when I turned against thee in the black blood of
despair. Thou hast conquered me even as thou didst Harrik."
"Thou dost live," returned David drily. "Thou dost live for Egypt's
sake, even as Harrik died for Egypt's sake, and as others shall die."
"Death hath tracked thee down how often! Yet with a wave of the hand
thou hast blinded him, and his blow falls on the air. Thou art beset by
a thousand dangers, yet thou comest safe through all. Thou art an honest
man. For that I besought thee to stay with me. Never didst thou lie to
me. Good luck hath followed thee. Kismet! Stay with me, and it may be
I shall be safe also. This thought came to me in the night, and in the
morning was my reward, for Lacey effendi came to me and said, even as I
say now, that thou wilt bring me good luck; and even in that hour, by the
mercy of God, a loan much needed was negotiated. Allah be praised!"
A glint of humour shot into David's eyes. Lacey--a loan--he read it all!
Lacey had eased the Prince Pasha's immediate and pressing financial
needs--and, "Allah be praised!" Poor human nature--backsheesh to a
Prince regnant!
"Effendina," he said presently, "thou didst speak of Harrik. One there
was who saved thee then--" "Zaida!" A change passed over Kaid's face.
"Speak! Thou hast news of her? She is gone?" Briefly David told him
how Zaida was found upon her sister's grave. Kaid's face was turned away
as he listened.
"She spoke no word of me?" Kaid said at last. "To whom should she
speak?" David asked gently. "But the amulet thou gavest her, set with
one red jewel, it was clasped in her hand in death."
Suddenly Kaid's anger blazed. "Now shall Achmet die," he burst out.
"His hands and feet shall be burnt off, and he shall be thrown to the
vultures."
"The Place of the Lepers is sacred even from thee, Effendina," answered
David gravely. "Yet Achmet shall die even as Harrik died. He shall die
for Egypt and for thee, Effendina."
Swiftly he drew the picture of Achmet at the monastery in the desert.
"I have done the unlawful thing, Effendina," he said at last, "but thou
wilt make it lawful. He hath died a thousand deaths--all save one."
"Be it so," answered Kaid gloomily, after a moment; then his face lighted
with cynical pleasure as he scanned once more the faces of the crowd
before him. At last his eyes fastened on Nahoum. He turned to David.
"Thou dost still desire Nahoum in his office?" he asked keenly.
A troubled look came into David's eyes, then it cleared away, and he said
firmly: "For six years we have worked together, Effendina. I am surety
for his loyalty to thee."
"And his loyalty to thee?"
A pained look crossed over David's face again, but he said with a will
that fought all suspicion down: "The years bear witness."
Kaid shrugged his shoulders slightly. "The years have perjured
themselves ere this. Yet, as thou sayest, Nahoum is a Christian," he
added, with irony scarcely veiled.
Now he moved forward with David towards the waiting court. David
searched the groups of faces for Nahoum in vain. There were things
to be said to Nahoum before he left on the morrow, last suggestions
to be given. Nahoum could not be seen.
Nahoum was gone, as were also Sharif and his confederates, and in the
lofty Mosque of Mahmoud soft lights were hovering, while the Sheikh-el-
Islam waited with Koran and scimitar for the ruler of Egypt to pray to
God and salute the Lord Mahomet.
At the great gateway in the Street of the Tent Makers Kaid paused on his
way to the Mosque Mahmoud. The Gate was studded with thousands of nails,
which fastened to its massive timbers relics of the faithful, bits of
silk and cloth, and hair and leather; and here from time immemorial a
holy man had sat and prayed. At the gateway Kaid salaamed humbly, and
spoke to the holy man, who, as he passed, raised his voice shrilly in an
appeal to Allah, commending Kaid to mercy and everlasting favour. On
every side eyes burned with religious zeal, and excited faces were turned
towards the Effendina. At a certain point there were little groups of
men with faces more set than excited. They had a look of suppressed
expectancy. Kald neared them, passed them, and, as he did so, they
looked at each other in consternation. They were Sharif's confederates,
fanatics carefully chosen. The attempt on Kaid's life should have been
made opposite the spot where they stood. They craned their necks in
effort to find the Christian tent-maker, but in vain.
Suddenly they heard a cry, a loud voice calling. It was Rahib the tent-
maker. He was beside Kaid's stirrups, but no weapon was in his hand; and
his voice was calling blessings down on the Effendina's head for having
pardoned and saved from death his one remaining son, the joy of his old
age. In all the world there was no prince like Kaid, said the tent-
maker; none so bountiful and merciful and beautiful in the eyes of men.
God grant him everlasting days, the beloved friend of his people, just to
all and greatly to be praised.
As the soldiers drove the old man away with kindly insistence--for Kaid
had thrown him a handful of gold--Mizraim, the Chief Eunuch, laughed
wickedly. As Nahoum had said, the greatest of all weapons was the
mocking finger. He and Mizraim had had their way with the governor of
the prisons, and the murderer had gone in safety, while the father stayed
to bless Kaid. Rahib the tent-maker had fooled the plotters. They were
mad in derision. They did not know that Kaid was as innocent as
themselves of having pardoned the tent-maker's son. Their moment had
passed; they could not overtake it; the match had spluttered and gone out
at the fuel laid for the fire of fanaticism.
The morning of David's departure came. While yet it was dark he had
risen, and had made his last preparations. When he came into the open
air and mounted, it was not yet sunrise, and in that spectral early
light, which is all Egypt's own, Cairo looked like some dream-city in a
forgotten world. The Mokattam Hills were like vast dun barriers guarding
and shutting in the ghostly place, and, high above all, the minarets of
the huge mosque upon the lofty rocks were impalpable fingers pointing an
endless flight. The very trees seemed so little real and substantial
that they gave the eye the impression that they might rise and float
away. The Nile was hung with mist, a trailing cloud unwound from the
breast of the Nile-mother. At last the sun touched the minarets of the
splendid mosque with shafts of light, and over at Ghizeh and Sakkarah the
great pyramids, lifting their heads from the wall of rolling blue mist
below, took the morning's crimson radiance with the dignity of four
thousand years.
On the decks of the little steamer which was to carry them south David,
Ebn Ezra, Lacey, and Mahommed waited. Presently Kaid came, accompanied
by his faithful Nubians, their armour glowing in the first warm light of
the rising sun, and crowds of people, who had suddenly emerged, ran
shrilling to the waterside behind him.
Kaid's pale face had all last night's friendliness, as he bade David
farewell with great honour, and commended him to the care of Allah; and
the swords of the Nubians clashed against their breasts and on their
shields in salaam.
But there was another farewell to make; and it was made as David's foot
touched the deck of the steamer. Once again David looked at Nahoum as he
had done six years ago, in the little room where they had made their bond
together. There was the same straight look in Nahoum's eyes. Was he not
to be trusted? Was it not his own duty to trust? He clasped Nahoum's
hand in farewell, and turned away. But as he gave the signal to start,
and the vessel began to move, Nahoum came back. He leaned over the
widening space and said in a low tone, as David again drew near:
"There is still an account which should be settled, Saadat. It has
waited long; but God is with the patient. There is the account of
Foorgat Bey."
The light fled from David's eyes and his heart stopped beating for a
moment. When his eyes saw the shore again Nahoum was gone with Kaid.
GLOSSARY
Aiwa----Yes.
Allah hu Achbar----God is most Great.
Al'mah----Female professional singers, signifying "a learned female."
Ardab----A measure equivalent to five English bushels.
Backsheesh----Tip, douceur.
Balass----Earthen vessel for carrying water.
Bdsha----Pasha.
Bersim----Clover.
Bismillah----In the name of God.
Bowdb----A doorkeeper.
Dahabieh----A Nile houseboat with large lateen sails.
Darabukkeh----A drum made of a skin stretched over an earthenware funnel.
Dourha----Maize.
Effendina----Most noble.
El Azhar----The Arab University at Cairo.
Fedddn----A measure of land representing about an acre.
Fellah----The Egyptian peasant.
Ghiassa----Small boat.
Hakim----Doctor.
Hasheesh----Leaves of hemp.
Inshallah----God willing.
Kdnoon----A musical instrument like a dulcimer.
Kavass----An orderly.
Kemengeh----A cocoanut fiddle.
Khamsin----A hot wind of Egypt and the Soudan.
Kourbash----A whip, often made of rhinoceros hide.
La ilaha illa-llah----There is no deity but God.
Malaish----No matter.
Malboos----Demented.
Mastaba----A bench.
Medjidie----A Turkish Order.
Mooshrabieh----Lattice window.
Moufettish----High Steward.
Mudir----The Governor of a
Mudirieh, or province.
Muezzin----The sheikh of the mosque who calls to prayer.
Narghileh----A Persian pipe.
Nebool----A quarter-staff.
Ramadan----The Mahommedan season of fasting.
Saadat-el-bdsha----Excellency Pasha.
Sdis----Groom.
Sakkia----The Persian water-wheel.
Salaam----Eastern salutation.
Sheikh-el-beled----Head of a village.
Tarboosh----A Turkish turban.
Ulema----Learned men.
Wakf----Mahommedan Court dealing with succession, etc.
Welee----A holy man or saint.
Yashmak----A veil for the lower part of the face.
Yelek----A long vest or smock.
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