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The latter awakes. "Why," says he, "didst thou not kill me in my sleep?" "Because thou didst not kill me when I was in the well. Get up. Stand down there, while I stand here." The Targui obeys, and says to the Soufi: "Fire first." "No, I'll let thee fire first." The woman speaks: "Strike, strike, O Targui, thou art not as strong as the Soufi."
The Targui rises, fires, and now the woman gives voice to a long "you you." It strikes the chechias that fly above his head. At his turn the Soufi prepares himself and says: "Stand up straight now, as I did for thee." He fires, and hits him on the forehead. His enemy dead, he flies at him and cuts his throat.
The Soufi comes up till his shoulders appear. They seize him, hoist and bind him, and tie his feet together. Then they seize and kill his camel. "Bring wood," says the Targui to the woman; "we'll roast some meat." She brings him some wood. He cooked the meat and ate it, while she roasted pieces of fat till they dripped upon her cousin. "Don't do that," says the Targui.
Though contemporary of the generation whose fathers had seen the Inquisition founded, yet like an Arab soufi, Dante, the poet of mediaevalism, points to the spot of light far-off, insufferably radiant, yet infinitely minute, the source and centre of all faiths, all creeds, all religions, of this universe itself, and all the desires of men.
Maybe he will now add a little of the Soufi stuff, to improve the taste. At last all is ready, and small pipes are extracted from the folds of the burnous and filled with half a thimbleful of the precious mixture. Two or three whiffs, deeply inhaled, stream out at mouth and nostrils; then the pipe is swiftly passed on to a friend, who drains the last drop of smoke and knocks out the ashes.
The intoxication of the Soufi proclaiming himself identical with God is also quite another thing. Jesus never once gave utterance to the sacrilegious idea that he was God. He believed himself to be in direct communion with God; he believed himself to be the Son of God. The highest consciousness of God which has existed in the bosom of humanity was that of Jesus.
While he slept the Soufi speaks: "Word of goodness, O excellent woman, bend over me that I may kiss thy mouth or else thy cheek." She says: "God make thy tent empty. Thou'lt die soon, and thou thinkest of kisses?" "Truly I am going to die, and I die for thee. I love thee more than the whole world. Let me kiss thee once. I'll have a moment of joy, and then I'll die."
"Go down into the well," said the Soufi. "I'm only a woman. I'm afraid. Go down thyself." He goes down. He draws the water. She drinks. He draws more water for the camel, which is drinking, when she pours the water on the ground. "Why dost thou turn out the water?" "I did not turn it out; thy camel drank it." And nevertheless she casts her glances and sees a dust in the distance.
The Targui is coming. The woman says: "Now I have trapped him for thee." "Brava!" he cries, and addressing the Soufi: "Draw me some water that I may drink." He draws the water, and the Targui drinks. The woman says to him: "Kill him in the well. He is a good shot. Thou art not stronger than he is." "No," he answered, "I do not want to soil a well of the tribes. I'll make him come up."
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