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"We heard the news in our province, and I came to see the sight. It will be a grateful sacrifice to the Prophet. G.o.d is merciful! The Sultan is too indulgent to the infidels."
"Woe to thee, O Moslim!" said Ha.s.san in an excited tone. "Think you the pangs and shrieks of a son of Adam in torture can be grateful to a merciful G.o.d? Think you the diabolical spirit of the murderers can be pleasing to a beneficent Creator? In the infancy of the faith the Prophet's policy allowed this; now it is useless, barbarous! And this is a woman! O G.o.d! O G.o.d!" And he pressed his hands to his eyes as though the flames blasted them.
Ali gazed on him with unfeigned surprise; at first he thought he was counterplotting to mislead him, but sincerity was too plainly marked on his haggard face to admit of a doubt.
"From you, this!" he said; "is it possible? Even as the tongue of the Cadi is before, while his hand is behind for the bribe; so men act one thing and speak another."
"And who am I?" said Ha.s.san; "and who is your father's son that you reflect on me as double-faced? When have we met before?"
"Never! and yet I am not wrong," said Ali, fixing on his face a stern and inquiring glance; "I am not wrong in thinking I speak to the accuser of this woman. Do I not speak to the princ.i.p.al cause of her sufferings and death? Ha.s.san, son of Ibrahim, do I not know you?"
Ha.s.san's blood rushed to his brow and then left his face ashy pale, as he said in a low voice,--
"Just G.o.d! is the brand of blood already on my brow that even strangers know the murderer? The guilt of innocent blood is even now beginning to fall on my head."
"You repent?" said Ali; "then why have you done nothing to save her?"
"Too late! Oh, that I could! But how do I know," said Ha.s.san, checking himself, "that I am not trusting to an enemy? What matter? It is known!
What have I to fear? I would give my life--a life that is hateful to me, if it would save hers. And you,--you have travelled far to see this scene of horror?--I see it now!"
"I spoke to gain your confidence," said Ali; "knowing you as the destroyer of the innocent, I was your foe; now,--we are friends, and I can trust you. But however little value you place upon your own life, when I entrust you with a secret which would be no less fatal to mine, you must swear to confide it to no other. I come to save her!"
"I swear by my father's head never to betray you," said Ha.s.san; his spirit rising with the hope of being able to co-operate in any way towards undoing his evil work. "But how?"
"We shall find a way, if it please G.o.d," said Ali, "when the time comes.
I have met you in a fortunate hour; I see by the leather thong that you wear that you belong to the Palace guards, this will give you the opportunity of letting the Jewess know that help is at hand. You must see her yourself or bribe some of the eunuchs or women. Tell her to seek delay, and profit by any occasion we may be able to devise to save her."
"I will do it," said Ha.s.san; "at the risk of my life I will do it."
The plain around the city of Marocco is very dangerous to ride over at night, being intersected by long lines of pits, extending from the walls towards the mountains; these pits are connected with underground ca.n.a.ls by which the town is watered; and these again are connected with each other by tunnels. The pits are twenty and thirty feet deep; and from their sides fig and other trees, and even date-palms, shoot up above the surface of the plain, while beneath is heard the rus.h.i.+ng of the buried streams.
The hors.e.m.e.n were now obliged to follow each other cautiously in single file till they came to a fondak, or caravanserai, outside the town walls, near one of the closed gates. The keeper of this let them in, cursing to himself at being disturbed from his sleep. Within, all was silent except the creaking of the camels' teeth, as they lay ruminating and waving their gaunt necks in the moonlight; their drivers lay around rolled up in their hayks. After securing their horses they let themselves out. Ha.s.san then led the way for about half-a-mile, until he stopped on the brink of one of the pits above described, and, telling his companion to follow cautiously, he lowered himself down through the branches of a spreading tree, and then, by holding on to roots and shrubs, came by an easy declivity to the bottom of the pit. Being joined by Ali, they found themselves in one of the tunnelled pa.s.sages, in which there was merely a run of water; following this for some distance in a stooping posture, they came to a nearly dry well, which they ascended with ease by the projecting stones left in its sides, and emerged, through a thicket of tangled brambles and flowering shrubs, into the court-yard of a large abandoned building about a hundred feet square, surrounded by colonnades of ma.s.sive stone pillars.
Ali's quick eye was not slow in calculating the advantages of such a mode of exit from a hostile town, and he treasured every mark in his mind for future use in case of need. Crossing a paved court, they went out by an unfastened gate studded with iron nails, and found themselves in an open s.p.a.ce within the town; here they separated; Ali being well acquainted with the interior of the town; after arranging where to meet each other, without the necessity of public recognition. It happened that Ali had been very unwisely intrusted by the Sheik with the money for Abdslem; and this, as we shall see, was very nearly the means of upsetting all their plans, and at the same time of finis.h.i.+ng the "Falcon's" career.
Abdslem was beginning to feel very impatient at the delay of the Sheik's emissary, whom he was now bent on betraying; to prove his a.s.sumed innocence, to the Sultan. Although he had with consummate a.s.surance blinded the Sultan to the evidence of his guilt, this was wanting to restore his confidence, or ensure his safety. On this night he was standing at his open door, when he was accosted by a stranger m.u.f.fled in a woollen hayk. "Peace be to you! Is your name Abdslem?"
"To you peace: my name is Abdslem! What would you with him?"
"I would speak with him in private!"
"Bismillah! come into your servant's house."
Abdslem could scarcely conceal his triumph; as they went into the room he closed the door, and lighted a three-cornered tin lamp; before doing which he had composed his features, and then sat down opposite his visitor.
"Have you received a letter from him to whom you wrote?"
"I have, and by water: it was a device of cunning."
"I acknowledge the token; have you seen the bearer since? He did not return."
"No! I understand he went on a long journey; his head was deranged as it seemed. But if you are not satisfied, behold the letter!"
"It is enough, it is the Sheik's seal; meet me to-morrow at dusk at the palm-grove inside the Duquela gate, there you shall receive it; you know your work."
Notwithstanding Abdslem's eagerness to secure his prize, his examination of the powerful frame of the Arab showed him that he had not a chance against him single-handed, and to take any step that would inspire him with alarm would be to lose him altogether; he therefore resolved to wait, and make sure of him, as well as secure the money. "Inshallah," he said, "I will not fail you: will you not share a soldier's supper?"
"May his blessing be with you, and increase your store: better that we be not seen together. Peace."
"And to you peace," echoed Abdslem, as he closed the door after him, "for to-night--but to-morrow!--half a quintal of iron on _your_ limbs shall partly avenge me for my sufferings."
He thought the next day would never pa.s.s, at length the evening wore on, and Abdslem having procured a dozen armed men from the Kad of the town, placed them in ambush close to the place of meeting; and anxiously awaited the arrival of Ali, who did not appear until it was quite dusk.
"This way," whispered Abdslem, drawing him into the date-grove. "Come more within the shade."
The feathery boughs above their heads sighed dismally in the night breeze, and one large columnar tree lay prostrate on the earth.
"Let us sit here: where is the money?"
"It is here," said Ali, producing the bag, the next minute he was startled by a movement amongst the bushes behind him, and, looking round, saw figures rising up in the dim light from their shelter.
"This for your treachery!" said he, dropping the bag, and making a blow at Abdslem with his dagger; but the other was on his guard, and avoided it by springing back, and Ali unfortunately stumbled over the fallen tree: the soldiers rushed upon him, and he was overpowered by numbers, disarmed and bound, whilst the traitor stood looking on with folded arms, congratulating himself on his success.
"Inshallah! you shall live to repent of this night's work," said Ali, "if it please G.o.d."
"Your days will not be long enough to see it," replied Abdslem, sneeringly.
"You will not be the first that Ali el Bezz has lived to be revenged on."
"What!" said Abdslem, "have I been so fortunate as to capture that notorious robber Ali el Bezz? G.o.d be praised."
"The day may not be so propitious to you as you suppose," said Ali: "'tis your turn to-day--but to-morrow--beware the 'Falcon's Swoop.'"
And Abdslem quailed before his prisoner, although bound and in his power; his triumph was also embittered by the dread of retribution, which, if Ali escaped, would inevitably fall on him, and even if he did not, would sooner or later overtake him at the hands of the Arab's family. Taking up the bag of money he accompanied the soldiers to the prison, and, after seeing Ali secured, returned to his own house intending to make his report to the Sultan in the morning.
CHAPTER X.
BLOOD FOR BLOOD.
On the day that consigned Ali thus treacherously to a dungeon, a small knot of soldiers were sitting at the Sultan's gate, performing a combined attack on a huge pyramid of Cuscusoo, into which they plunged their hands half-way to the elbow, and swallowed the large b.a.l.l.s of granulated flour, which they squeezed up like snow in their fingers, and it was not till they had nearly demolished the mutton and fowls buried in this tumulus, that they found time to use their tongues for any other purpose.
"Praise be to G.o.d!" said Omar, wiping his mouth and shaking the grains from his beard. "Did you hear the news from Algiers?"
"Here, Ombark, you slave, pour water on my hands."