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'It is impossible to let you have it to-day,' answered Izouf, 'for it is already sold.'
'If that is so,' said the Cadi, 'you must return the three gold pieces which the young man paid.'
The Jew, delighted to get off so easily, put his hand in his pocket, when Neangir stopped him.
'No, no,' he exclaimed, 'it is not money I want, but the adorable Argentine; without her everything is valueless.'
'My dear Cadi,' said the Ba.s.sa, 'he is right. The treasure that my son has lost is absolutely priceless.'
'My lord,' replied the Cadi, 'your wisdom is greater than mine. Give judgment I pray you in the matter.'
So the Ba.s.sa desired them all to accompany him to his house, and commanded his slaves not to lose sight of the three Jewish brothers.
When they arrived at the door of his dwelling, he noticed two women sitting on a bench close by, thickly veiled and beautifully dressed.
Their wide satin trousers were embroidered in silver, and their muslin robes were of the finest texture. In the hand of one was a bag of pink silk tied with green ribbons, containing something that seemed to move.
At the approach of the Ba.s.sa both ladies rose, and came towards him.
Then the one who held the bag addressed him saying, 'n.o.ble lord, buy, I pray you, this bag, without asking to see what it contains.'
'How much do you want for it?' asked the Ba.s.sa.
'Three hundred sequins,' replied the unknown.
At these words the Ba.s.sa laughed contemptuously, and pa.s.sed on without speaking.
[Ill.u.s.tration: The Ba.s.sA laughs at the CIRCa.s.sIANS]
'You will not repent of your bargain,' went on the woman. 'Perhaps if we come back to-morrow you will be glad to give us the four hundred sequins we shall then ask. And the next day the price will be five hundred.'
'Come away,' said her companion, taking hold of her sleeve. 'Do not let us stay here any longer. It may cry, and then our secret will be discovered.' And so saying, the two young women disappeared.
The Jews were left in the front hall under the care of the slaves, and Neangir and Sumi followed the Ba.s.sa inside the house, which was magnificently furnished. At one end of a large, brilliantly-lighted room a lady of about thirty-five years old reclined on a couch, still beautiful in spite of the sad expression of her face.
'Incomparable Zambac,' said the Ba.s.sa, going up to her, 'give me your thanks, for here is the lost son for whom you have shed so many tears,'
but before his mother could clasp him in her arms Neangir had flung himself at her feet.
'Let the whole house rejoice with me,' continued the Ba.s.sa, 'and let my two sons Ibrahim and Ha.s.san be told, that they may embrace their brother.'
'Alas! my lord!' said Zambac, 'do you forget that this is the hour when Ha.s.san weeps on his hand, and Ibrahim gathers up his coral beads?'
'Let the command of the prophet be obeyed,' replied the Ba.s.sa; 'then we will wait till the evening.'
'Forgive me, n.o.ble lord,' interrupted Sumi, 'but what is this mystery?
With the help of the Book of Spells perhaps I may be of some use in the matter.'
'Sumi,' answered the Ba.s.sa, 'I owe you already the happiness of my life; come with me then, and the sight of my unhappy sons will tell you of our trouble better than any words of mine.'
The Ba.s.sa rose from his divan and drew aside the hangings leading to a large hall, closely followed by Neangir and Sumi. There they saw two young men, one about seventeen, and the other nineteen years of age. The younger was seated before a table, his forehead resting on his right hand, which he was watering with his tears. He raised his head for a moment when his father entered, and Neangir and Sumi both saw that this hand was of ebony.
The other young man was occupied busily in collecting coral beads which were scattered all over the floor of the room, and as he picked them up he placed them on the same table where his brother was sitting. He had already gathered together ninety-eight beads, and thought they were all there, when they suddenly rolled off the table and he had to begin his work over again.
'Do you see,' whispered the Ba.s.sa, 'for three hours daily one collects these coral beads, and for the same s.p.a.ce of time the other laments over his hand which has become black, and I am wholly ignorant what is the cause of either misfortune.'
'Do not let us stay here,' said Sumi, 'our presence must add to their grief. But permit me to fetch the Book of Spells, which I feel sure will tell us not only the cause of their malady but also its cure.'
The Ba.s.sa readily agreed to Sumi's proposal, but Neangir objected strongly. 'If Sumi leaves us,' he said to his father, 'I shall not see my beloved Argentine when she returns to-night with the fair Aurora. And life is an eternity till I behold her.'
'Be comforted,' replied Sumi. 'I will be back before sunset; and I leave you my adored Izaf as a pledge.'
Scarcely had the Jewess left Neangir, when the old female slave entered the hall where the three Jews still remained carefully guarded, followed by a man whose splendid dress prevented Neangir from recognising at first as the person in whose house he had dined two days before. But the woman he knew at once to be the nurse of Zelida.
He started eagerly forward, but before he had time to speak the slave turned to the soldier she was conducting. 'My lord,' she said, 'those are the men; I have tracked them from the house of the Cadi to this palace. They are the same; I am not mistaken, strike and avenge yourself.'
As he listened the face of the stranger grew scarlet with anger. He drew his sword and in another moment would have rushed on the Jews, when Neangir and the slaves of the Ba.s.sa seized hold of him.
'What are you doing?' cried Neangir. 'How dare you attack those whom the Ba.s.sa has taken under his protection?'
'Ah, my son,' replied the soldier, 'The Ba.s.sa would withdraw his protection if he knew that these wretches have robbed me of all I have dearest in the world. He knows them as little as he knows you.'
'But he knows me very well,' replied Neangir, 'for he has recognised me as his son. Come with me now, into his presence.'
The stranger bowed and pa.s.sed through the curtain held back by Neangir, whose surprise was great at seeing his father spring forward and clasp the soldier in his arms.
'What! is it you, my dear Siroco?' cried he. 'I believed you had been slain in that awful battle when the followers of the Prophet were put to flight. But why do your eyes kindle with the flames they shot forth on that fearful day? Calm yourself and tell me what I can do to help you.
See, I have found my son, let that be a good omen for your happiness also.'
'I did not guess,' answered Siroco, 'that the son you have so long mourned had come back to you. Some days since the Prophet appeared to me in a dream, floating in a circle of light, and he said to me, "Go to-morrow at sunset to the Galata Gate, and there you will find a young man whom you must bring home with you. He is the second son of your old friend the Ba.s.sa of the Sea, and that you may make no mistake, put your fingers in his turban and you will feel the plate on which my name is engraved in seven different languages."
'I did as I was bid,' went on Siroco, 'and so charmed was I with his face and manner that I caused him to fall in love with Argentine, whose portrait I gave him. But at the moment when I was rejoicing in the happiness before me, and looking forward to the pleasure of restoring you your son, some drops of the elixir of love were spilt on the table, and caused a thick vapour to arise, which hid everything. When it had cleared away he was gone. This morning my old slave informed me that she had discovered the traitors who had stolen my daughters from me, and I hastened hither to avenge them. But I place myself in your hands, and will follow your counsel.'
'Fate will favour us, I am sure,' said the Ba.s.sa, 'for this very night I expect to secure both the silver and the gold watch. So send at once and pray Zelida to join us.'
A rustling of silken stuffs drew their eyes to the door, and Ibrahim and Ha.s.san, whose daily penance had by this time been performed, entered to embrace their brother. Neangir and Ha.s.san, who had also drunk of the elixir of love, could think of nothing but the beautiful ladies who had captured their hearts, while the spirits of Ibrahim had been cheered by the news that the daughter of Mozes hoped to find in the Book of Spells some charm to deliver him from collecting the magic beads.
It was some hours later that Sumi returned, bringing with her the sacred book.
'See,' she said, beckoning to Ha.s.san, 'your destiny is written here.'
And Ha.s.san stooped and read these words in Hebrew: 'His right hand has become black as ebony from touching the fat of an impure animal, and will remain so till the last of its race is drowned in the sea.'
[Ill.u.s.tration: SUMISHOWSHa.s.sANTHEBOOKOFMAGIC]
'Alas!' sighed the unfortunate youth. 'It now comes back to my memory.
One day the slave of Zambac was making a cake. She warned me not to touch, as the cake was mixed with lard, but I did not heed her, and in an instant my hand became the ebony that it now is.'
'Holy dervis.h.!.+' exclaimed the Ba.s.sa, 'how true were your words! My son has neglected the advice you gave him on presenting him the bracelet, and he has been severely punished. But tell me, O wise Sumi, where I can find the last of the accursed race who has brought this doom on my son?'
'It is written here,' replied Sumi, turning over some leaves. 'The little black pig is in the pink bag carried by the two Circa.s.sians.'
When he read this the Ba.s.sa sank on his cus.h.i.+ons in despair.