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By this time we had proceeded some distance, and then halted. Our chief, expecting to find the Russians back to back under every bush, did not know what course to pursue, when the decision was soon made for us by the appearance of the serdar, who, followed by his cavalry, was seen retreating in all haste from before the enemy. It was evident that his enterprise had entirely failed, and nothing was left for the whole army but to return whence it came.
I will not attempt to draw a picture of the miserable aspect of the serdar?s troops; they all looked hara.s.sed and worn down by fatigue, and seemed so little disposed to rally, that one and all, as if by tacit consent, proceeded straight on their course homewards without once looking back. But as much as they were depressed in spirits, in the same degree were raised those of our commander. He so talked of his prowess, of the wound he had received, and of his intended feats, that at length, seizing a spear, he put his horse at the full gallop, and overtaking his own cook, who was making the best of his way to his pots and pans, darted it at him, in the exuberance of his valour, and actually pierced him in the back through his shawl girdle.
Thus ended an expedition which the serdar expected would have given him a great harvest of glory and of Muscovites? heads; and which, the chief executioner flattered himself, would afford him exultation and boasting for the remainder of his life. But, notwithstanding its total failure, till, he had ingenuity enough to discover matter for self-congratulation.
Surrounded by a circle of his adherents, amongst whom I was one, he was in the midst of a peal of boasting, when a message came from the serdar, requesting that Hajji Baba might be sent to him. I returned with the messenger, and the first words which the serdar said, upon my appearing before him, were, ?Where is Yusuf? Where is his wife??
It immediately occurred to me that they had escaped; and putting on one of my most innocent looks, I denied having the least knowledge of their movements.
The serdar then began to roll his eyeb.a.l.l.s about, and to twist up his mouth into various shapes. Pa.s.sion burst from him in the grossest and most violent expressions; he vowed vengeance upon him, his race, his village, and upon everything and everybody in the least connected with him; and whilst he expressed a total disbelief of am my protestations of ignorance, he gave me to understand, that if I was found to have been in the smallest degree an accessory to his escape, he would use all his influence to sweep my vile person from the face of the earth.
I afterwards heard that he had sent a party of men to Gavmishlu, to seize and bring before him Yusuf?s parents and kindred, with everything that belonged to them; to take possession of their property, and to burn and destroy whatever they could not bring away: but the sagacious and active youth had foreseen this, and had taken his measures with such prudence and prompt.i.tude, that he had completely baffled the tyrant.
He, his wife, his wife?s relations, his own parents and family, with all their effects (leaving only their tilled ground behind them), had concerted one common plan of migration into the Russian territory. It had fully succeeded, as I afterwards heard, for they were received with great kindness, both by the government and by their own sect; lands were allotted, and every help afforded them for the re-establishment of their losses.
CHAPTER XLII
He proceeds to the king?s camp, and gives a specimen of lying on a grand scale.
I returned to my chief full of apprehension at the threat which I had received; and knowing how very tenacious all our great men are of power over their own servants, I did not fail immediately to inform him of the language which the serdar had entertained me with. He became furious, and I had only to fan the flame which I had raised in order to create a quarrel between them; but, having more fears about the serdar?s power of hurting me than I had confidence in the ability of the chief executioner to protect me, I thought it best for all parties that I should retire from the scene, and craved my master?s permission to return to Tehran.
Pleased with an opportunity of showing the serdar that no body but himself could control his servants, he at once a.s.sented to my proposal; and forthwith began to give me instructions concerning what I should say to the grand vizier touching the late expedition, and particularly in what light I was to place his own individual prowess.
?You yourself were there, Hajji,? said he to me, ?and therefore can describe the whole action as well as I could. We cannot precisely say that we gained a victory, because, alas! we have no heads to show; but we also were not defeated. The serdar, a.s.s that he is, instead of waiting for the artillery, and availing himself of the infantry, attacks a walled town with his cavalry only, and is very much surprised that the garrison shut their gates, and fire at him from the ramparts: of course he can achieve nothing, and retires in disgrace. Had I been your leader, things would have gone otherwise; and as it was, I was the only man who came hand to hand with the enemy. I was wounded in a desperate manner; and had it not been for the river between us, not a man of them would have been left to tell the tale. You will say all this, and as much more as you please?; then, giving me a packet of letters to the grand vizier, and to the different men in office, and an _arizeh_ (a memorial) to the Shah, he ordered me to depart; I found the Shah still encamped at Sultanieh, although the autumn was now far advanced, and the season for returning to Tehran near at hand. I presented myself at the grand vizier?s levee, with several other couriers, from different parts of the empire, and delivered my dispatches. When he had inspected mine, he called me to him, and said aloud, ?You are welcome! You also were at Hamamlu? The infidels did not dare to face the _Kizzil bashes_, eh? The Persian horseman, and the Persian sword, after all, n.o.body can face.
Your khan, I see, has been wounded; he is indeed one of the Shah?s best servants. Well it was no worse. You must have had hot work on each bank of the river.?
To all of this, and much more, I said ?Yes, yes,? and ?no, no,? as fast as the necessity of the remark required; and I enjoyed the satisfaction of being looked upon as a man just come out of a battle. The vizier then called to one of his mirzas or secretaries, ?Here,? said he, ?you must make out a _fatteh nameh_ (a proclamation of victory), which must immediately be sent into the different provinces, particularly to Khora.s.san, in order to overawe the rebel khans there; and let the account be suited to the dignity and character of our victorious monarch. We are in want of a victory just at present; but, recollect, a good, substantial, and b.l.o.o.d.y victory.?
?How many strong were the enemy?? inquired the mirza, looking towards me.
?_Bisyar, bisyar,_ many, many,? answered I, hesitating and embarra.s.sed how many it would be agreeable that I should say.
?Put down fifty thousand,? said the vizier coolly.
?How many killed?? said the mirza, looking first at the vizier, then at me.
?Write ten to fifteen thousand killed,? answered the minister: ?remember these letters have to travel a great distance. It is beneath the dignity of the Shah to kill less than his thousands and tens of thousands. Would you have him less than Rustam, and weaker than Afrasiab? No, our kings must be drinkers of blood, and slayers of men, to be held in estimation by their subjects, and surrounding nations. Well, have you written??
said the grand vizier.
?Yes, at your highness?s service,? answered the mirza; ?I have written (reading from his paper) ?that the infidel dogs of Moscovites (whom may Allah in his mercy impale on stakes of living fires!) dared to appear in arms to the number of fifty thousand, flanked and supported by a hundred mouths spouting fire and brimstone; but that as soon as the all-victorious armies of the Shah appeared, ten to fifteen thousand of them gave up their souls; whilst prisoners poured in in such vast numbers, that the prices of slaves have diminished 100 per cent in all the slave-markets of Asia.?
?Barikallah! Well done,? said the grand vizier. ?You have written well.
If the thing be not exactly so, yet, by the good luck of the Shah, it will, and therefore it amounts to the same thing. Truth is an excellent thing when it suits one?s purpose, but very inconvenient when otherwise.?
?Yes,? said the mirza, as he looked up from his knee, upon which he rested his hand to write his letter, and quoting a well-known pa.s.sage in Saadi, ?Falsehood mixed with good intentions, is preferable to truth tending to excite strife.?
The vizier then called for his shoes, rose from his seat, mounted the horse that was waiting for him at the door of his tent, and proceeded to the audience of the Shah, to give an account of the different dispatches that he had just received. I followed him, and mixed in with his large retinue of servants, until he turned round to me, and said, ?You are dismissed; go, and take your rest.?
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CHAPTER XLIII
He relates a horrid tale, the consequences of which plunge him in the greatest misery.
In a few days after the camp was struck, and the Shah returned to his winter quarters at Tehran, in the same pomp and parade with which he had left it. I had resumed my post as sub-lieutenant to the chief executioner, and was busily engaged in disposing of the men under my command, that the best order might be preserved during the march, when I was commanded to send off a messenger to Tehran, with orders that the bazigers, the dancers and singers, should be in readiness to receive the Shah on his arrival at Sulimanieh. This place, as I have said before, is a palace situated on the banks of the Caraj, about nine parasangs from the capital.
On receiving this order, my long-forgotten Zeenab came again to my recollection, and all my tender feelings which, owing to my active life, had hitherto lain dormant, were now revived. Seven months were elapsed since we had first become acquainted; and although during that time I had lived with men of a nature sufficiently barbarous to destroy every good feeling, yet there was something so terrible in what I imagined must now be her situation, and I felt myself so much the cause of it, that my heart smote me every time that the subject came across my mind.
?We shall soon see,? thought I, ?if my fears be well founded. In a few days more we reach Sulimanieh, and then her fate will be decided.?
On the day of our arrival I headed the procession, to see that every proper arrangement had been made within the palace; and as I approached the walls of the harem, within which the bazigers had already taken their station, I heard the sounds of their voices and of their musical instruments. What would I not have given to have spoken to Zeenab, or even to have observed her at a distance! But I knew that it would not be prudent to ask many questions concerning her, as suspicions, dangerous both to her and me, might arise, and probably involve us in immediate ruin. Indeed, had I been inclined to give myself much stir on the subject, it would have been to no purpose; for very shortly after I heard the salute fired from the _Zamburek_ camels, which indicated that the Shah had alighted from his horse.
After he had smoked one pipe in his hall of state, and had dismissed the courtiers who attended him, he retired to the harem.
Upon his entrance there, I heard the songs of the women, accompanied by tambourines, guitars, and little drums, rending the air as they walked in procession before him. Well did I listen with all my ears to discover Zeenab?s voice; but every endeavour was baffled, and I remained in a disagreeable state of vibration betwixt hope and fear, until a hasty order was issued for my old master, Mirza Ahmak, the king?s physician, to appear immediately before the Shah. Combinations of the mind in all matters of deep interest are formed as quick as thought, and act like the foretellings of prophecy. When I heard that the hakim was sent for, a cold thrill ran through my veins, and I said to myself, ?Zeenab is lost for ever!?
He came, was soon dismissed, and seeing me at the door of the harem, took me on one side, and said, ?Hajji, the Shah is much enraged. You remember the Curdish slave, which I presented to him at the festival of the No Ruz. She has not appeared among the dancing-women, and pretends to be ill. He loves her, and had set his heart upon seeing her. He has called me to account for her conduct, as if I could control the caprice of this daughter of the devil; and says, that if he does not find her in full health and beauty when he reaches the ark (the palace), which will be on the next best fortunate hour, he will pluck my beard out by the roots. Curse the unlucky moment which made her my slave; and still more the hour when I first invited the Shah into my house.?
Upon this he left me, to set off immediately for Tehran, whilst I retired to my tent, to ruminate over the horrid fate that awaited this unfortunate girl. I endeavoured to rally my spirits by the hope that perhaps she was actually ill, and that it had been impossible for her to appear before the king; and then I consoled myself with the idea, that if my fears were well founded, the doctor?s heart might be softened, and he might screen her from the Shah?s observation, by giving some evasive reason for her non-appearance. Then, after all, as if braving my feelings, I repeated to myself the lines of one of our poets, who, like me, had lost his mistress.
?Is there but one pair of stag eyes, or one cypress waist, or one full-moon face in the world, that I should so mourn the loss of my cruel one?
?Why should I burn, why should I cut myself, and sigh out my griefs under the windows of the deaf-eared charmer?
?No, let me love where love is cheap; for I am a miser of my feelings.?
Thus I endeavoured to make light of the subject, and to show myself a true Mussulman by my contempt for womankind. But still, turn where I would, go where I would, the image of Zeenab, a torn and mangled corpse, was ever before my eyes, and haunted my imagination at all seasons and at all hours.
At length the fortunate hour for the Shah?s entry was announced, and he entered Tehran amidst the whole of its population, who had been turned out to greet his arrival. My most pressing want was to see the hakim, as if by chance, in order that no suspicion might fall upon me, in case poor Zeenab was found guilty. On the very evening of our arrival, my wishes (alas! how fatally!) were accomplished. As I was taken up in giving some orders to a nasakchi, I saw him come out of the Shah?s private apartment, looking full of care, with one hand stuck in his girdle, the other in his side, his back more bent than usual, and with his eyes fixed on the ground. I placed myself in his way, and gave him the salutation of peace, which caused him to look up.
When he had recognized me, he stopped, saying, ?You are the very man I was seeking. Come hither;? and he took me on one side: ?Here is a strange story afloat,? said he; ?this Curd has brought all sorts of ashes on my head. _Wallah!_ by Heaven, the Shah has run clean mad.
He talks of making a general ma.s.sacre of all that is male, within and without his harem, beginning with his viziers, and finis.h.i.+ng by the eunuchs. He swears by his own head, that he will make me the first example if I do not find out the culprit.?
?What culprit? who? what?? said I, ?what has happened??
?Why, Zeenab,? answered he, ?Zeenab.?
?Oh! I understand,? said I; ?Aye! she you used to love so much.?
?I?? answered the Hakim, as if afraid of being himself suspected, ?I?
_Astaferallah!_ Heaven forbid! Do not say so for pity?s sake, Hajji, for if such a suspicion were once hinted, the Shah would put his threat into immediate execution. Where did you ever hear that I loved Zeenab??
?Many things were reported concerning you at that time,? said I, ?and all were astonished that a man of your wisdom, the Locman of his time, the Galenus of Persia, should have embarked in so frail and dangerous a commodity as a Curdish maid, one of the undoubted progeny of the devil himself, whose footsteps could not be otherwise than notoriously unfortunate; who, of herself, was enough to bring ill luck to a whole empire, much more to a single family like yours.?