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Instruct us, O beloved! I put in, to save Rashîd from feeling lonely under blame for ignorance. 'No truly great one ever argues with a crowd. He chooses out one man, and speaks to him, him only, said Suleymân; and he was going to tell us more, but just then something in the wadi down below the village caught his eye, and he sat up, forgetting our dilemma.
'Not strange, when one remembers that the spot is far from any village and probably as far from the right road, was his reply. This last conjecture was disquieting; but we were both too much excited for anxiety. 'It is an event to be set down in histories, Rashîd exclaimed. 'We shall be famous people when we reach the village. Such news is heard but once in every hundred years.
I suppose they went off to some tavern to discuss the wonderful adventure more at length; for I supped alone, and had been some time stretched upon my mattress on the floor before Rashîd came in and spread his bed beside me. 'Art thou awake, O my dear lord? he whispered. 'By Allah, thou didst wrong to give that sergeant any money.
We should have done better to have come on horseback in the usual way; but Rashîd, having chanced upon the carriage, a great rarity, had decided on that way of going as more fashionable, forgetful of the fact that there was not a road. The stars were out.
As you appear to know the country and the people intimately, and can speak the language, it would be well if you came too. The man Rashîd could wait upon us all. Rashîd, I knew, was listening at the door. 'Us all? How many of you are there, then?
'For every gun there is a tezkereh, answered Rashîd; 'and he who holds the tezkereh is held responsible for every use to which that gun is put. It was, in fact, a rough-and-ready way of saying that the gun licence was not transferable. I remarked with satisfaction that I had no tezkereh, but that did not appear to reassure them in the least. They still were of opinion harm might come of it.
Rashid had thought of everything, and this was why he went in search of Monet and Renaud, Catholic priests and ambulance orderlies of the second class. The meeting took place at the foot of the great staircase. Leaning over the balustrade, I listened, and watched the colloquy of the rival gods. Monet was thirty years old; he had fine, sombre eyes, and a stiff beard, from which a pipe emerged.
Above the low, flat roofs to westward, the crescent moon hung in the green of sunset behind the minarets of the great mosque. I then took up the saddle-bags and delicately picked my way through couchant camels, tethered mules and horses in the courtyard to the khan itself, which was a kind of cloister. I was making my arrangements with the landlord, when Rashîd returned, the picture of despair.
"After all my service," wrote Burton in his journal, "ignominiously dismissed at fifty years of age." One cry only kept springing from Mrs. Burton's lips, "Oh, Rashid Pasha! Oh, Rashid Pasha!" At Damascus Burton had certainly proved himself a man of incorruptible integrity. Even his enemies acknowledged his probity. But this availed nothing.
At this camp, also, we met Salim bin Rashid, bound eastward, with a huge caravan carrying three hundred ivory tusks. This good Arab, besides welcoming the new comer with a present of rice, gave me news of Livingstone.
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