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The old look of energy and purpose leaped up into his eye; but it faded quickly again. If, as the Italian physician more than hinted, his life hung by a thread, did it matter whether the barbarian came to Cairo? That was the business of those who came after. If Sharif was right, and his life was saved, there would be time enough to set things right.
The howdah was lacquered in raw gold its curtains were imperial blue. Kudrat Sharif was clothed in pure thin white like the son of a prince but he was very frail; and ninety-odd thousand people sent his name, with the name of Neela Deo, up into the Indian night for the Indian gods to hear.
Sharif had come at the right moment for Sharif. Kaid looked at him with dull yet anxious eyes. "Did I not command that none should enter?" he asked presently in a thick voice. "Am I not thy physician, Effendina, to whom be the undying years? When the Effendina is sick, shall I not heal?
We said they might, but Talib told us that if we did not pay they would give the Hamoumi their money and all go back themselves. We then summoned Imam Sharif and had another council of three. The servants, meanwhile, used often to be leaning in at the tent door, scanning our faces and begging us to do anything the Jabberi wanted, and moaning that we should never see the ocean any more.
"Oh yes, exactly, the finger of Sharif on his pulse! The old story-the return to the mother's milk, throwing back to all the Pharaohs. Well, what then?" he added cheerfully, his smile breaking out again. "Where has he gone, our Saadat?" "To Ebn Ezra Bey at the Coptic Monastery by the Etl Tree, where your prophet Christ slept when a child." Lacey hummed to himself meditatively.
Kaid will turn against you; for with my failure will come a dark reaction in his mind, which feels the cloud of doom drawing over it. Without me, with my work falling about his ears, he will, as he did so short a time ago, turn to Sharif and Higli and the rest; and the only comfort you will have will be that you destroyed the life of him who killed your brother. Did you love your brother?
The wazir joined us as usual on our return from Kabr Saleh, as we sat outside our tent in the moonlight with Imam Sharif and the Indian interpreters, and we had a pleasant evening. We were perfectly charmed to see great preparations for sleep going on among the Bedouin. We thought they really must be tired after dancing the whole night and walking the whole day.
All this time the behaviour of the sultans and their hospitality to us were very different to what it had been the year before; they sent us no presents of food, nor did they ever invite Imam Sharif to a meal, which they had constantly done when we were last there.
He, my husband, Saleh, and a groom rode the four horses; Imam Sharif and I had our Basha and Mahsoud, and a camel most smartly decorated carried the Wazir Salim-bin-Abdullah and a soldier; other soldiers followed on foot. We went about five miles to Al Agran to see some ruins perched on a rock beneath the high wall of the plateau, prettily situated with palms, gardens, and wells.
"Then the gods who preserved my fathers to old age, have not forgotten that I learned patience in my extreme youth," sighed the man. Seeing that the elephant was not quieting, Kudrat Sharif spoke now in pacifying tones to the mahout: "Come down among us who are your brothers; we have prepared all things for your refreshment."
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