HOW MUSA PRACTISED MAGIC
In the city of Aleppo, close by the great Mosque Jami' el-Umawi, there
stood a warehouse that was more than commonly busy on a certain spring
morning. This warehouse was of two stories, built of coarse brown
rubble, and only entered from the narrow, dirty street by a plainly
arched passageway. Once within, however, the newcomer beheld a large
court, surrounded on the lower floor by little shops; and on the upper
floor, the whole length of the four sides of the court, ran a wooden
gallery, behind which were storerooms and lodgings for the wayfaring
merchants, who made this spot a sort of hostelry and rendezvous. The
shops below were humming with busy traffic. Here on one side lay the
_sook_ of the jewellers, and on the opposite were arrayed the tiny
stalls of the dealers in copper wares. The court was crammed with
braying donkeys, bright-robed Syrians, and the ubiquitous _sakkas_,
the water-bearers, who for a trifle poured a draught from the
camel-skin sacks on their backs, to any who wished. The _sakkas_ were
jostled by the sellers of orange-flower water; these in turn by the
tall, black eunuchs who were clearing the way for a closely veiled
lady intent on visiting the jewellers; while through the midst of men
and beasts swept a stately, venerable sheik from the college at the
mosque, who rained down a curse, devoting to _Hawiyat_, the seventh
and nethermost hell, the luckless donkey-boy that had brushed a dirty
hand upon the doctor's red silk scarf over his shoulders.
The worthy jeweller Asad, whose shop was on the right side of the
court, had long since spread out his array of gemmed rings, silver
cups, tiring pins, and Indian necklaces, and sat back in his little
niche nodding sleepily, now and then opening one eye to see if the
lady who followed the eunuchs was coming to visit him. But the wares
of his rival Ibrah[=i]m kept her busy, and Asad contentedly closed his
eye, and nodded once more, saying: "Leave to Ibrah[=i]m her trade.
To-day his, to-morrow mine. So Allah will prosper us both!" And,
despite the fact that one of the serving-lads who followed the sheik
was casting a covetous glance upon the handy treasures, the good Asad
nearly fell asleep on the mat-covered seat. Presently a question
roused him.
"Worthy sheik, can you tell me if you possess any Andalusian corals?
If so, be so gracious as to show them. Not that I would buy--" But
here Asad, with a keen scent for business, had opened both eyes, and
was looking at his inquirer. A well-formed, handsomely featured Arab
was standing before him; the lines of the face young, but the hair and
beard not a little white. The stranger was dressed decently enough,
but the long, loose _aba_ over the jacket was worn and soiled with
dust, as were also the white leather shoes. "A Moslem gentleman of
good breeding, but perhaps decayed family," was the estimate of the
jeweller. And he answered slowly:--
"Be welcome in peace! Sit with me upon the rug! Here, boy, run to the
confectioner's and bring us cups of sherbet." So the stranger put off
his shoes and crossed his feet on the carpet, facing Asad. The shop
was so small that a second visitor would barely have found room. Asad
opened a little chest, and brought forth a tray of coral necklaces,
which he submitted to his visitor.
"_Bismillah!_" cried the other, "I feel the water hang on my eyelids
when I see this red coral! My heart goes back to my own country I have
not seen for many a year."
"Verily," exclaimed the jeweller; "and have you come from Spain? Your
speech shows you no Syrian."
"It is true; from Spain. Five years since I left my dear home in
Malaga for Mecca, to visit the city of the Apostle--on whom be peace!
Allah confound the robbers that stripped me as I returned across the
desert! I had taken upon myself a vow not to return until I had
gained sevenfold the thousand dirhems with which I set forth. Being
nigh penniless, I have wandered far and near,--Medina, Bagdad,
Ispahan, Bussorah, Damascus, Cairo,--all I have visited, and little by
little Allah blesses me with gain. Now I am in Aleppo seeking to sell
some woollen cloaks of Shir[=a]z; but my longing for my own country is
so great, I said to myself, 'Let me but spend a trifle on some corals
of Andalusia, to remind me of my dear Malaga!'"
"The Most High favor you!" responded the good jeweller, who knew that
kind wishes cost nothing. "See,--this necklace--it is worth twenty
dirhems--yet receive it as a gift,--it is yours for ten." The
Spaniard's only response was a grunt. Then, after long silence: "Have
I the treasures of Solomon the Wise? I care little for the coral,--a
poor necklace; it were dear at three!" It was Asad that grunted now,
but he only answered: "Have I not three wives and seven children? Will
you impose on my generosity?" And then both men, knowing perfectly
well they were on the highroad to a fair bargain, took the cups which
the boy had brought, and began to converse on quite alien matters. "A
noble city is this Aleppo," began the Spaniard; "only Cordova and
Malaga, saving always Bagdad, are finer!" "_Ya!_" cried Asad, "you
over-praise your Spain. Yet Aleppo is a noble city. Would to Allah we
had as noble a prince to rule over it!"
"So!" exclaimed the other; "then Redouan is not loved?"
Asad spat far out into the court to prove his disgust.
"On the last day Sultan Redouan's good deeds will weigh less than an
ant's. Hear--three years since he slew his brothers, Bahram and
Abouthaleb, as caution against conspiracy. His tyranny drives another
brother, Dekak of Damascus, into revolt. He makes Yaghi-Sian of
Antioch his enemy. Aboun Nedj'n, his vizier, is all cruelty and
beheadings. Last of all, we are delivered over to the clutch of
Iftikhar, the Ismaelian, whose evil deeds Allah requite!"
"Iftikhar? I have heard the name."
"Cursed be the day of his birth! The sultan cringes to him as to the
very kalif! He has become possessed of El Halebah, the wonderful
palace outside the city."
"And he is there now?"
"Yes; though soon he departs. In a few days he will lead off his band
of Ismaelians to join the host which Kerbogha of Mosul is leading
against the Christians at Antioch. Eblees pluck them also! There is a
rumor that if the two overcome the Christians, they turn their arms
against the kalif and the arch-sultan next. But woe for us! taxes grow
each day. The gatherers are insatiate. Redouan grinds us at Iftikhar's
bidding."
"_Wallah_, I am interested; tell more of this Iftikhar."
"Alas, brother, I know little to tell. These Ismaelians keep too
close. They talk only with their daggers." Asad lifted the necklace;
the Spaniard eyed it carelessly: "Four dihrems?" suggested he. "I
wrong my household; yet say six," was the answer. The other shook his
head. Asad dropped the necklace; then cried, "_Ya!_ Khalid, come
hither and tell this worthy sheik of Iftikhar Eddauleh!" And at the
shout a tall, gaunt Arab in a muezzin's flowing robe and ample green
turban came groping through the crowd, dexterously threading his way,
though entirely blind. Then there were greetings, and Khalid squeezed
himself betwixt the others and was seated.
"Blind?" answered he, in reply to a question. "Yes, blind by the
blessing of Allah. Once I had sight and starved as a beggar. Then one
day I stole, and the High Kadi put out my eyes. Next, the old muezzin
at the great mosque died. They desired a blind man to succeed him, for
the minaret is so high those with eyes can peer into the vizier's
harem court and squint at his women. So I was chosen, and never since
have lacked good bread and a warm sleeping-mat,--thanks to the
Compassionate!"
"But I desired to hear of Iftikhar, the Ismaelian," said the Spaniard,
smiling.
"Verily," ran on the blind man, "I can tell you a tale concerning him,
for there is no gossip in all Aleppo that does not blow into my ears.
They say he has a captive of marvellous beauty--a Christian." "A
Frank?" was the question. "No, a Greek; more fair than the maids of
Paradise, who are tall as palm trees. He has her in the palace El
Halebah, and seeks to win her love, so the eunuchs tell."
"_Mashallah_, I am astonished. Why should he ask her love if once he
possessed her?"
The blind man blinked slyly.
"A strange tale; I had it all from Wasik, who was one of the eunuchs
that guarded her. It seems the Ismaelian has once been among the
Christians (Allah broil all in Gehenna!); there he saw and loved her,
but she would have none of him. Then war threw her into his hands, and
he moved earth and heaven to make her favor him. Gifts, dresses,
fêtes, serving-maids fair as the moon--he gave all, with El Halebah to
be her dwelling; and she repaid only pouts and high words. At last he
learns that she still sets great store on her husband, a Frankish emir
with their host at Antioch."
"Her husband?" asked the Spaniard, carelessly.
"You have heard his name--Richard of the Great Cimeter--a terrible
emir who slays his captives ruthlessly."
"I have heard of him; go on."
"_Ya!_ Iftikhar prepares his band to go to Antioch, and swears he will
take this houri with him, that she may see the fate of her dear Franks
with her own eyes. He vows likewise he will give her Emir Richard's
head to fondle, since she loves it so."
"Verily he is a bloody man," commented the Spaniard.
"It is so; yet his captive will find she had best put the clouds from
her face and try to please him. He is a man of will harder than
Damascus steel."
The Spaniard took up the coral necklace and eyed it critically.
"Five dirhems?" suggested he. "Take it for five, yet count it as a
gift. Alas, my profit!" sighed Asad.
The other drew the coins from a lank pouch, waited while Asad bit
each to prove it, placed the coral under the folds of his turban, then
whispered to the muezzin, "Friend, follow me,"--the same time slipping
a coin into his closing palm. Asad's eyes shut in a contented cat-nap
when adieus were over; profit enough gained for one day. Khalid
followed the stranger into the bustling street.
"Good father," said the stranger, affably, "do you know, this tale of
the Emir Iftikhar is most interesting. Why? Because it is most
marvellous any prince should go to such lengths to court favor with a
mere captive, be she brighter than the sun. But you surely repeat
gossip on the streets, you do not know the eunuchs, or have access
yourself to El Halebah?"
Khalid chuckled, "I swear by Mohammed's beard there is not a courtyard
about Aleppo I may not find and enter, blind though I am. The gate of
El Halebah is as open to me as to a glutton the way to his mouth, and
I chatter all day with the eunuchs." His questioner began to rattle
his money-bag.
"Friend," said the Spaniard, "you appear an honest man. Now swear
thrice by Allah the Great that you will not betray me, and to-night
you shall count over fifty dirhems."
"Allah forbid!" cried the muezzin, raising his hands in holy horror.
"I cannot know what wickedness you desire to make me share."
"And I swear to you I have no attempt against any man's goods, or
wife, or life, or honor; and you shall count seventy dirhems?"
"I cannot; how can I go before the Most High on the last day with some
great sin on my soul!"
"_Ya!_ Eighty, then?" A long pause; then Khalid answered very slowly,
and his seared eyeballs twinkled:--
"Impossible!--yet--a--hundred--"
"They are yours!" was the prompt reply.
"Oh, fearful wickedness! how can I satisfy the Omnipotent? Yet"--and
the blind eyes rose sanctimoniously toward heaven--"the divine
compassion is very great. Says not Al Koran, 'Allah is most ready to
forgive, and merciful'?"
"You will swear, then?" demanded the other, promptly.
"Yes," and Khalid folded his hands piously while he muttered the
formula; then added, "Now give me the money."
"Softly, brother," was the reply. "Remember well the other words of
the Apostle, 'violate not your oaths, since you have made Allah a
witness over you,' The money in due time; now lead me and do as I
shall bid, or in turn I swear you shall not finger one bit of copper."
* * * * *
Now it befell that on the afternoon of the day when Khalid the blind
muezzin sold his conscience for a hundred dirhems, Hakem and his
fellow-eunuch Wasik sat by the outer gate of the great court of El
Halebah with a _mankalah_ board between them, busy at the battle they
were waging with the seventy-two shell counters. As they played, their
talk was all of the languishing state of the Star of the Greeks, and
how since her attempted flight to Antioch all the temper seemed to
have burned out of her mettle.
"I protest, dear brother," quoth the worthy Wasik, studying the
game-board, "doves of her feather cannot perch all day on a divan,
saying and doing nothing, and not droop and moult in a way very
grievous to Cid Iftikhar."
"The Cid's commands are very strait--refuse her nothing in reason,
only make plain to her that he is the master. _Wallah_, I little like
this manner of bird! To my mind there hatches trouble when a woman
refuses so much as to rage at you. This very day I said in my heart,
'Go to, now, Hakem; pick a quarrel with the Star of the Greeks; she
will be happier after giving a few pecks and claws.' I call the Most
High to witness--she submitted to all my demands meekly, as though she
were no eaglet, but a tethered lamb! An evil omen, I say. Allah forbid
she should die! Iftikhar would make us pay with our heads!"
And Wasik shrugged his shoulders to show agreement with Hakem's last
desire. Before he replied there was a loud knocking at the gate; the
lazy porter stopped snoring, and began to shout to some one without.
"For the sake of Allah! O ye charitable!" was the cry from outside,
evidently of a beggar demanding alms.
"Allah be your help! Go your way!" the porter was replying, and
adding: "Off, O Khalid, blind son of a stone-blind hound! Must I again
lay the staff across you!"
But a second voice answered him:--
"Not so, O compassionate fellow-believer; will you drive away a
stranger whom the excellent Khalid has led here, craving bounty? Allah
will requite tenfold any mercy. See, I am but just come from Mecca.
Behold a flask of water from the holy well Zemzem, sovereign remedy
for the toothache. I ask nothing. Let me but sit awhile in the cool of
the porch. I am parched with the heat of the way."
Hakem had reputation for being a pious personage.
"Let the worthy pilgrim come in!" he commanded, the porter obeying.
Wasik had his doubts.
"This is Saturday, the most unlucky day; beware!" he muttered.
But Hakem would have none of him. Behind Khalid there entered a
tottering fellow, bent with age, gray and unkempt; a patch over one
eye, his blue kaftan sadly tattered, his turban a faded yellow shawl.
He swung a huge hempen sack over one shoulder and trailed a heavy
staff.
"Allah requite you and your house!" was his salutation, as he dropped
heavily upon the divan under the shaded arcade.
"And you also," replied Hakem, ever generous at his master's expense.
"Be refreshed. Eat this cool melon and be strengthened."
The pilgrim put aside the plate. "Give to Khalid. Alas! I can eat
nothing that was not eaten by the Prophet (Allah favor and preserve
him!); such is the rule of my order of devotees. And who may say the
Apostle did or did not eat the rind of a melon!" The eunuchs laid
their heads together.
"A very holy man!" "A most worthy sheik; a true saint; a _welee_!"
their whispered opinions. So they kissed the old man's hand; called
him "father"; brought sherbet, dates, and bread. After the stranger
had eaten and edified them all by his pious conversation, presently
his one eye began to twinkle very brightly, and he started to unpack
his sack. Suddenly he drew forth a long iron spike, and plunged it
down his throat to the very butt; then drew it out, laughing dryly at
the wide eyes of the eunuchs. "Verily," cried he, "I am versed in
'high' magic--the noble art handed by the obedient angels and genii to
devout Moslems. I know the 'great name' of Allah, uttering which bears
me instantly to the farthest corner of the world; see!" A puff of
smoke blew from his mouth; a flash of fire followed. Hakem was all
eyes when the sheik rose, drew from his sack a number of brazen pots,
placed them on the pavement, blew a spark seemingly from his mouth,
and the bowls gave forth a blue aromatic smoke. The eunuchs began to
quake under their ebony skins. The sheik turned toward them.
"My sons--I show great marvels; many should see. Your master--away?
But are there no 'flowers of beauty' in the harem who would admire the
one-eyed Sheik Teydemeh, the greatest 'white' magician in all the land
of Egypt?"
Hakem put his mouth to Wasik's ear. "Bring out Morgiana and the Greek.
Let them be thickly veiled."
Wasik hesitated. "We are bidden to keep the Greek closely in the
harem," he remarked.
"We are bidden to see that she does not pine away with naught but
grief to think of. Bring both forth."
Before the magician had finished unburdening his mysterious sack,
Wasik led in a lady all buried in silks and muslins. Hardly were her
dark eyes visible under the veils. "I bring the Greek," whispered
Wasik to Hakem; "she obeyed me like a dumb ox, but Morgiana is in her
moods and will go nowhere."
The lady sat upon the soft divan listlessly, hardly so much as
rustling her dress. The sheik rose, mumbled words doubtless of
incantation, and commenced reeling cotton ribbons from his lips till
they littered the floor. Then he drew from his teeth a score of tin
disks big as silver coins, again poured water into a borrowed cup, and
gave it to Hakem to drink--behold, the water was become sugar sherbet!
Then the magician blew on a tiny reed flute a strain so sweet, so
delicious, Hakem verily thought he heard the maids of Paradise; and as
he sang the sheik began to juggle with balls, first with one hand,
tossing three balls; then laying aside the flute he kept six flying,
all the time dancing and singing in a low quaver in some tongue that
the eunuch did not understand, but thought he had once heard spoken
among the Franks of Sicily. Presently the sheik threw up two more
balls, making eight speed in the place of six; and he danced faster,
spinning round and round amid the smoking bowls, until he came to a
stand right before the veiled lady, who was no longer listless now,
but sat erect, eager, her bright eyes flashing from beneath her veil,
though Hakem did not see--all his gaze was on those flying balls. The
sheik halted before her, spinning upon one foot, yet keeping his
place. Suddenly he broke off his chant in the unknown tongue and sang
in Arabic with clear, deep voice:--
"Sweet as the wind when it kisses the rose
Is thy breath;
Blest, if thine eyes had but once on me smiled,
Would be death.
Give me the throat of the bulbul to sing
Forth thy praise,
Then wouldst thou drink the clear notes as they spring
All thy days;
Nard of far Oman's too mean for thy sweetness,
Eagle-wings lag at thy glancing eyes' fleetness;
By thy pure beauty, bright gems lack completeness,
Lady, ah! fairest!"
And Hakem did not see the rustling nor hear the little sigh under the
muslin and silk, for the sheik had sped round in his dance once more;
again chanting in that foreign tongue some incantation, doubtless to
unseen powers to aid him in his art. Then the wonder-worker halted,
wiped the foam from his lips, and began new tricks; blowing a little
earthen bowl from his mouth,--drawing a live rabbit from one of the
smoking bowls,--and performing many marvels more, till the eunuchs
showered on him all the small change they had about them, and gave him
a great basket of dates and figs to carry to the khan where he said he
lodged.
That night as Hakem, with clear conscience, went to bed, he observed
to Wasik: "Truly, the visit of the one-eyed juggler was better than
fifty elixirs for bringing back bloom to the Star of the Greeks!
Surely, if one such mountebank can cheer her thus, she shall be fed on
white magic each day. Cid Iftikhar will summon hither every skilful
conjurer from Damascus to Bagdad."
And Wasik answered: "By the Prophet, it is true. We are to tame _Citt_
Mary, but not to break her spirit. Give her mind its food as well as
her body. She is not like our Arab maids, whose Paradise a new
necklace can girdle!"
So these good servants took counsel.
* * * * *
That night also Richard and Godfrey took their counsel with Musa the
Spaniard. Safe hidden in the gloom of a stall that joined the great
court of the khan, which stood on the Alexandretta road without the
western gate of Aleppo, they had no fear of eavesdroppers. An irksome
day it had been for the two Franks. Long since, the sun had burned
them bronze as many a Moor, and what with their black dyed hair and
their coarse Oriental dress, none had questioned when Musa, who passed
himself as a travelling Berber merchant, declared them his
body-servants. But Godfrey had little Arabic. Richard's accent would
soon betray. Common prudence forced them to sulk all day in the stall
of the khan, while Musa went forth to make his discoveries. Now that
he was back, their tongues flew fast.
"And have you seen her?" That was Richard's first question.
"_Bismillah_, I have; or at least two eyes bright as suns, peering
from under a great cloud of veils! Recall how I made you think at
Cefalu I was possessed by 'sheytans,' because of my art-magic!"
answered Musa, laughing in his noiseless fashion. "_Ya!_ When did old
Jam[=i]l at Cordova dream, while he taught an idle student his art,
that by it I would earn six dirhems and a mess of figs? I met a
mountebank conjurer, bought of him his gear--wretchedly poor tricks
they were,--and then found a worthy blind muezzin, in a way I will
tell, to get me entrance into the very court of El Halebah. Enough;
the good eunuch Hakem thought me a true _welee_, and brought out one
of his cagelings to see my magic. I was bound to make sure she was
truly _Citt_ Mary who was pent up in the palace before you and I
thrust our necks into peril; also I knew the chance of failure was
less if she were warned. So I sang an incantation--in your Provençal,
and clapped on to that a verse I composed before her at Palermo. When
I saw her muslins and silks all a-flutter, I sang my French again, and
it was more of being ready for a visit in the night than of the
efreets and jinns that aid a true magician. Therefore I say this: All
is ready. To-night the Star of the Greeks says farewell to Iftikhar
or--"
But Musa repeated no alternative.
"And the way of escape?" asked Godfrey. "By St. Nicholas of Ghent,
this is no bachelor's adventure!"
Musa laughed again.
"Verily, as says Al Koran, 'No soul knoweth what it shall suffer on
the morrow, but Allah knoweth;' nevertheless, so far as human wit may
run, much is prepared. Understand, Cid Godfrey, that Iftikhar has sent
away from El Halebah the greater part of his Ismaelian devotees to
join the force of Kerbogha. About the palace lie two hundred at most;
a few stand sentry upon the road from Aleppo, a few more lie in the
palace; but nearly all have their barrack in the wood beside the
Kuweik, some distance northward."
"St. George!" swore the Duke, "how discover all this? Can you see
through walls as through Greek glass?"
Musa laughed again: "Allah grants to every man separate gifts! To me
to grasp many things with few words and few eyewinks. I am not
mistaken."
"It is true, did you but know him, my lord; it is true," added
Richard.
Musa continued: "Round dirhems smooth many paths, even amongst the
Ismaelians. With the aid of the reprobate muezzin I discovered that
_Citt_ Mary is held in the westerly wing of the palace, and guarded by
Hakem and a few other eunuchs. I ate salt with the chief of the watch
on the Aleppo road--a generous man who will take a hint swiftly! He
understands I have desire to bear away an Armenian maid belonging to
Beybars, the chief steward. When I come up the way in company with two
comrades, he and his men are blind. We go up to the palace; we go
away; no questions. Beside the highroad to Antioch will be tethered
our horses. I have bought in the Aleppo market a desert steed swift as
the darts of the sun. We enter the palace with the armed hand--shame
indeed if our three blades are no match for the sleepy eunuchs! Once
possess her, rush for the horses--then, speed,--speed for Antioch,
trusting Allah and our steeds. For as the Most High lives, there will
be hot pursuit!"
"There is no better way," commented Richard, drawing up a notch in his
sword-belt.
"St. Michael and St. George!"--swore Godfrey again--"a noble
adventure! Joy that I came from Antioch!"
"Joy or sorrow we shall know full soon," was Musa's sober reply. "We
shall read a marvellous page in the book of doom this night; doubt it
not!"
"And we set forth--?" continued Richard.
"At once,--the night grows dark for the eye of an owl," answered the
Spaniard. "Darkness is kind; we must not waste it."
"Lead, then," commanded Godfrey. "The horses are ready; there is food
in the saddle-bags."
"Follow,--and Allah be our guide!" and the Andalusian took his own
steed by the bridle.
There was darkness and silence in the court of the great khan. The
arrow-swift horses of a Persian trader slept in one stall; a tall
dromedary shook his tether in another. Richard brushed upon a shaggy
donkey; trod upon a mongrel dog, that started with a sullen howl. From
one remote stall came a ray of torch-light, and the chatter of
merchants discussing the profits of the last Oman caravan. A single
watchman stared at them when they led their beasts through the wide
gate. The three were under the stars. Musa took the bridle of the
horse just bought, and the others followed him. Richard trod on as in
a dream; twice he passed his hand before his eyes as if to brush away
the blackness that was unbroken save for the star mist.
"To-night! To-night!" he was repeating.
"What, to-night?" asked Godfrey.
"To-night I may touch the hair of Mary Kurkuas. Is not that chance
worth the hazard of death? But you?"
"I serve Christ best to-night when I serve one so loved by Him as the
Lady of St. Julien. Let us hasten."
They said little more. The night was dark indeed, but Musa seemed
bat-eyed. He led across the Kuweik, through the orchards--dim and
still, until at a tamarisk bush he halted. There they left the horses.
Richard made sure that the lady's saddle on the fourth horse was
strapped fast. Musa spoke not a word, but led away swiftly. They were
entering the wood. Richard was treading at an eager pace, with a
swelling heart, when suddenly he heard a sound behind him,--looked
back,--and behold, on all sides, as if called from earth by
enchantment, were the dim figures of men! And he could see, even in
the darkness, that the dress of each was white.