Lion of Petra (Unabridged). Talbot Mundy

Lion of Petra (Unabridged) - Talbot Mundy


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away and away beyond the British border; too far south for the Damascus government to reach; too far north for the king of Mecca; too far east for us; much too far west for the Mespot outfit. East of the sun and west of the moon you might say. There’s a sheikh there by the name of Ali Higg. I’m off to tackle him. Care to come?”

      “When do we start?”

      “Now, from here. Tonight from Hebron. I’ll give you time to make your will, write to your lady-love, and crawl out if you care to. Ali Higg is hot stuff. Suppose we leave it this way: I’ll go on to Hebron. You think it over. You can overtake me at Hebron any time before tonight, and if you do, all right; but if second thoughts make you squeamish about crucifixion— they tell me that Ali Higg makes a specialty of that—I’ll say you’re wise to stay where you are. In any case I start from Hebron tonight. Suit yourself.”

      Any man in his senses would get squeamish about crucifixion if he sat long enough and thought about it. I hate to feel squeamish almost as much as I hate to sit and think, both being sure-fire ways of getting into trouble. The only safe thing I know is to follow opportunity and leave the man behind to do the worrying. More people die lingering, ghastly deaths in arm-chairs and in bed than anywhere.

      So I spoke of squeamishness and second thoughts with all the scorn that a man can use who hasn’t yet tasted the enmity of the desert and felt the fear of its loneliness; and Grim, who never wastes time arguing with folk who don’t intend to be convinced, laughed and got up.

      “You can’t come along as a white man.”

      “Produce the tar and feathers then,” said I.

      “Have you forgotten your Hindustani?”

      “Some of it.”

      “Think you can remember enough of it to deceive Arabs who never knew any at all?”

      “Narayan Singh was flattering me about it the other day.”

      “I know he was,” said Grim. “It was his suggestion we should take you with us.”

      That illustrates perfectly Grim’s way of letting out information in driblets. Evidently he had considered taking me on this trip as long as three days ago. It was equally news to me that the enormous Sikh, Narayan Singh, had any use for me; I had always supposed that he had accepted me on sufferance for Grim’s sake, and that in his heart he scorned me as a tenderfoot. You can no more dig beneath the subtlety of Sikh politeness than you can overbear his truculence, and it is only by results that you may know your friend and recognize your enemy.

      Narayan Singh came in, and he did not permit any such weakness as a smile to escape him. When great things are being staged it is his peculiar delight to look wooden. Not even his alert brown eyes betrayed excitement. Like most Sikhs, he can stand looking straight in front of him and take in every detail of his surroundings; with his khaki sepoy uniform perfect down to the last crease, and his great black bristly beard groomed until it shone, he might have been ready for a dress parade.

      “Is everything ready?” asked Grim.

      “No, sahib. Suliman weeps.”

      “Spank him! What’s the matter this time?”

      “He has a friend. He demands to take the friend.”

      “What?” I said. “Is that little—coming?”

      Two men in all Jerusalem, and only two that I knew of, had any kind of use for Suliman, the eight-year-old left-over from the war whom Grim had adopted in a fashion, and used in a way that scandalized the missionaries. He and Narayan Singh took delight in the brat’s iniquities, seeing precocious intelligence where other folk denounced hereditary vice. I had a scar on my thumb where the little beast had bitten me on one occasion when I did not dare yell or retaliate, and, along with the majority, I condemned him cordially.

      “Who’s his friend?” asked Grim.

      “Abdullah.”

      Now Abdullah was worse than Suliman. He had no friends at all, anywhere, that anybody knew of. Possibly nine years old, he had picked up all the evil that a boy can learn behind the lines of a beaten Turkish army officered by Germans—which is almost the absolute of evil—and had added that to natural depravity.

      “Let Abdullah come,” said Grim. “But beat Suliman first of all for weeping. Don’t hit him with your hand, Narayan Singh, for that might hurt his feelings. Use a stick, and give him a grown man’s beating.”

       “Atcha, sahib.”

      Two minutes later yells like a hungry bobcat’s gave notice to whom it might concern that the Sikh was carrying out the letter of his orders. It was good music. Nevertheless, quite a little of the prospect was spoiled for me by the thought of keeping company with those two Jerusalem guttersnipes. I would have remonstrated, only for conviction, born of experience, that passengers shouldn’t try to run the ship.

      “What shall I pack?” I asked.

      “Nothing,” Grim answered. “Stick a toothbrush in your pocket. I’ve got soap, but you’ll have small chance to use it.”

      “You said I can’t go as a white man.”

      “True. We’ll fix you up at Hebron. The Arabs have scads of proverbs,” he answered, lighting a cigarette with a gesture peculiar to him at times when he is using words to hide his thoughts. “One of the best is: ‘Conceal thy tenets, thy treasure, and thy traveling.’

      “The Hebron road is not the road to Petra. We’re going to joy-ride in the wrong direction, and leave Jerusalem guessing.”

      Five minutes later Grim and I were on the back seat of a Ford car, bowling along the Hebron road under the glorious gray walls of Jerusalem; Narayan Singh and the two brats were enjoying our dust in another car behind us. There being no luggage there was nothing to excite passing curiosity, and we were not even envied by the officers condemned to dull routine work in the city.

      Grim was all smiles now, as he always is when he can leave the alleged delights of civilization and meet life where he likes it—out of bounds. He was still wearing his major’s uniform, which made him look matter-of-fact and almost commonplace—one of a pattern, as they stamp all armies. But have you seen a strong swimmer on his way to the beach—a man who feels himself already in the sea, so that his clothes are no more than a loose shell that he will cast off presently? Don’t you know how you see the man stripped already, as he feels himself?

      So it was with Grim that morning. Each time I looked away from him and glanced back it was a surprise to see the khaki uniform.

      The country, that about a week ago had been carpeted with flowers from end to end, was all bone-dry already, and the naked hills stood sharp and shimmering in heat-haze; one minute you could see the edges of ribbed rock like glittering gray monsters’ skeletons, and the next they were gone in the dazzle, or hidden behind a whirling cloud of dust. Up there, three thousand feet above sea-level, there was still some sweetness in the air, but whenever we looked down through a gap in the range toward the Dead Sea Valley we could watch the oven-heat ascending like fumes above a bed of white-hot charcoal.

      “Some season for a picnic!” Grim commented, as cheerfully as if we were riding to a wedding. “You’ve time to crawl out yet. We cross that valley on the first leg, and that’s merely a sample!”

      But it’s easy enough to be driven forward in comfort to a new experience, never mind what past years have taught, nor what imagination can depict; if that were not so no new battles would be fought, and women would refuse to restock the world with trouble’s makings. A reasoning animal man may be, but he isn’t often guided by his reason, and at that early stage in the proceedings you couldn’t have argued me out of them with anything much less persuasive than brute force.

      We rolled down the white road into Hebron in a cloud of dust before midday, and de Crespigny, the governor of the district, came out to greet us like old friends; for it was only a matter of weeks since he and we and some others had stood up to death together,


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