THE TRIUMPHANT ENTRANCE INTO MECCA.
"One murder made a villain; millions, a hero."--_Porteus._
Upon the following morning ere the sun rose, a deputation was sent to
the prophet to inform him that his terms had been accepted.
The people of Mecca were curious to note the triumphant entrance of the
great conqueror. Many, indeed, threw themselves upon their faces in
agony of lost hope; but the housetops swarmed with people, and the side
of Abu Kubays was moving with a dense crowd of women and children, who,
at a safe distance, watched for the strange pageant.
The prophet was allowed to enter the borders of the town unmolested, but
when the deserter, Khaled Ibn Waled, appeared, the rage of the Koreish
knew no bounds; a howl of derision arose, and an ungovernable mob fired
straight upon him with their arrows. Khaled dashed upon them with sword
and lance, but Mohammed, noting the commotion, rode up and ordered him
to desist.
The mêlée subsided, and, just as the sun rose over Abu Kubays, the
conqueror entered the city. He was habited in scarlet, and mounted upon
a large Syrian camel; and, as he rode, followed by the whole host of his
army, he repeated aloud passages from the Koran.
Straight on towards the Caaba he went, looking neither to right nor to
left. Its gates were thrown open before him, and the vast procession,
with the prophet at its head, performed Tawaf about the temple. Then,
ere the mighty trampling ceased, Mohammed entered the Caaba--that Caaba
in which he had been spat upon and covered with mud thrown by derisive
hands. Little wonder that he felt his triumph complete!
Three hundred and sixty idols still stared from the walls of the temple,
and, ere night fell, not an image remained to pollute an edifice in
which, if in ever so blind a manner, the name of the living God had been
once mentioned.
Mohammed then took his stand upon the little hill Al Safa, and gave the
command that every man, woman, and child in Mecca, save those detained
by illness, should pass before him.
Kedar found his weakness a sufficient reason for remaining at home, but
Yusuf, Amzi, and Manasseh were forced to join the long procession.
One by one, the inhabitants knelt before the victor, renouncing idolatry
and declaring their fealty to him as their governor and spiritual head.
But a few among the Christian Jews refused to acknowledge him as the
prophet of God.
"As conqueror we accept you," they said; "as subjects we will obey you
in all that does not interfere with our worship of the true God, and his
Son, the Christ. But as Mohammed prophet of God, we will not acknowledge
you."
The prophet, however, was in a lenient frame of mind. At no time a cruel
tyrant when victory was once assured, he was still less inclined to be
so upon a day when everything augured so favorably for the future.
Moreover, when it seemed to him practicable, Mohammed delighted in
showing mercy. This trait is but one of the incomprehensible features of
his strange, contradictory character.
"So be it," he returned, graciously. "I give you your lives and
property. They are a gift from the prophet ye despise. Yet, lest ye be
stirrers up of sedition, I enjoin you to leave the city with what
expedition ye will. Go where ye please, provided it be out of my
dominions; take what time ye need to settle your affairs, and dispose of
your property; then, in the name of Allah, I bid you good speed."
The Jews, among them Yusuf and Amzi, passed thankfully on. A tall,
gaunt, Bedouin woman, with flashing eyes and hands showing like the
claws of a vulture beneath her black robe, came next. It was Henda in
disguise.
"What!" exclaimed the prophet, with a smile, "has Abu Sofian taken to
the hills again, that his wife thus comes in Bedouin garb?"
Henda, seeing that her disguise was penetrated, fell at his feet
imploring for pardon.
"I forgive you freely," he said, raising her to her feet. "You will now
acknowledge your prophet?"
"Never!" cried the Koreish woman.
"Boldly said!" returned Mohammed. "The wife of Abu Sofian doth not
readily follow in the path of her master. He has trained her but poorly.
Yet, go in peace, O daughter of the Koreish, and know that the prophet
of Islam has a merciful heart."
Thus passed the whole long day until the stars shone through the blue;
and Mohammed went to rest, serene in his triumph, yet troubled by bodily
pain, for, ever since he had eaten the poisoned mutton at Khaïbar, his
health had been steadily declining.
In a few days he returned to Medina. A fresh revelation of the Koran,
commending fully his doctrine of the sword, was there proclaimed from
the mosque; and to Khaled was given the task of subjugating the
remaining tribes.
The prophet's health now began to give way rapidly, and he resolved upon
a last pilgrimage to the holy city. In the month Ramadhan, at the head
of one hundred thousand men, the mightiest expedition he had ever led,
he started for Mecca. He rode in a litter, and about him were his nine
wives, also seated in litters; while, at the rear of the procession,
trudged a great array of camels destined for sacrifice, and gayly
decorated with ribbons and flowers.
About a day's journey from Mecca, at twilight, the vast host met the
troops of Ali, returning from an expedition into Yemen, and these
immediately turned with the pilgrimage. It was a weird and impressive
scene. In the night, the augmented host now pressed onward, with
increased impatience, over a plain strewn with basaltic drift. The soft
thud of padded feet sounded over the hard ground. Huge camels loomed
shapelessly through the uncertain haze. No voice of mirth or singing
arose from the vast assemblage, but the night-wind sighed through the
ribs of the scant-leaved acacias above, and stooped to blow the red
flames of the torches back in a smoky glare; while, here and there, a
more pretentious light, issuing from between the curtains of a shugduf,
shed a passing gleam upon the dusky faces of the pilgrims, plodding like
eerie genii of the night over the barren wilds.
Next morning, the host reached Mecca. The prophet once more entered the
sacred court-yard of the temple, and was borne sadly about the Caaba in
Tawaf. Then, weak as he was, he insisted upon taking part in the
sacrificial ceremony. With his own hand he slew sixty-three camels, one
for each year of his life. Then he ascended the pulpit and preached to
the people.
Upon his return to Medina, he preached again from the mosque, enjoining
upon the faithful strict compliance with the form of worship set forth
in the Koran and by the example of the prophet--the giving of alms;
prayer towards the kebla; the performance of Tawaf, and ablutions at
Zem-Zem; prostration prayers at the Caaba, and all the rites of
pilgrimage. Thus did Mohammed formulate the rules for the future
guidance of the Moslem world.