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It was Houseen Abdelkader, the caid's son, the comrade of long ago Houseen in silk of wine and silver, hyacinths pendent on his cheeks, a light of festival in his eyes. "Es-selam alekoum, ya Habib habiby!" It was the salutation in the plural to Habib, and to the angels that walk, one at either shoulder of every son of God.
"Boom-boom-boom-boom " But now Habib himself was the instrument, and now the old song of his race played its will on him. Pinkness began to creep over the green-white cheeks. The cadence of the chanting had changed. It grew ardent, melting, voluptuous.
When their thin racket had turned out and died in the dust of the market, Habib ben Habib emerged from the shadow of a door arch and, putting a foot on the tiled ledge of Bou-Kedj's fry shop, swung up by cranny and gutter till he stood on the plain of the housetops. Now he looked about him, for on this dim tableland he walked with his life in his hands.
"Thou art in well-being?" "There is no ill. And thou?" "There is no ill. That the praise be to God, and the prayer!" Bel-Kalfate cleared his throat and lifted the reins from the neck of his mare. "Rest in well-being!" he pronounced. Raoul shrugged his shoulders a little and murmured: "May God multiply thy days!... And yours, too," he added to Habib in French. He bowed and took his leave.
It is probable that they are not the workmanship of the ancestors of the present occupants, for they ascribe their formation invariably to the Deity, Mulungu or Réza: if their forefathers had made them, some tradition would have existed of them. 23rd October, 1868. Syde bin Habib came over from Mpwéto's; he reports Lualaba and Lufira flowing into the Lake of Kinkonza.
Their private opinion must have tallied with their public report, for I very soon received offers from volunteers to accompany me to the east coast. They said they wished to be able to return and relate strange things like my recent companions; and Sekeletu immediately made arrangements with the Arab Ben Habib to conduct a fresh party with a load of ivory to Loanda.
... And conquests I have made among the fair ones, perfume inundated, Beauties ravishing; that sway in an air of musk and saffron, Bearing still on their white necks the traces of kisses.... It hung under the pepper trees, drunk with the beauty of flesh, fainting with passion. Above the trees mute lightning played in the cloud. Habib ben Habib was born again.
With a sudden roughness he took her back, to devour her lips and eyes and hair with the violence of his kisses. "No, no! I'll not have it! No! Thou art too beautiful for any other man than I even to look upon! No, no, no!" Habib ben Habib walked out of the gate Djelladin. The day had come; the dawn made a crimson flame in the false-pepper trees.
Here was a Fire-worshipper out of Persia, who for all the world looked like my brother Mick; and God knows Mick's no Parsee! Habib wore his native costume with a little red fez on top. "'Be seated, he said courteously; again reminding me of Mick. "'Which one first? he asked, pointing to a little inner room curtained from view.
They marched, jaw-bound against blowing sand, across the salt desert to Jodhpur, where Mahbub and his handsome nephew Habib Ullah did much trading; and then sorrowfully, in European clothes, which he was fast outgrowing, Kim went second-class to St Xavier's. Three weeks later, Colonel Creighton, pricing Tibetan ghost-daggers at Lurgan's shop, faced Mahbub Ali openly mutinous.
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