the garden of allah-第15章

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the　leaves　of　which　a　tiny；　smiling　child　was　walking。

As　they　were　about　to　leave　the　church　he　made　Domini　pause　in　front
of　a　painting　of　Saint　Bruno　dressed　in　a　white　monkish　robe；　beneath
which　was　written　in　gilt　letters：

　〃Saint　Bruno　ordonne　a　ses　disciples
　　De　renoncer　aux　biens　terrestres
　　Pour　acquerir　les　biens　celestes。〃

The　disciples　stood　around　the　saint　in　grotesque　attitudes　of　pious
attention。

〃That；　I　think；　is　very　beautiful；〃　he　said。　〃Who　could　look　at　it
without　feeling　that　the　greatest　act　of　man　is　renunciation？〃

His　dark　eyes　flamed。　Just　then　a　faint　soprano　bark　came　to　them　from
outside　the　church　door；　a　very　discreet　and　even　humble；　but　at　the
same　time　anxious；　bark。　The　priest's　face　changed。　The　almost
passionate　asceticism　of　it　was　replaced　by　a　soft　and　gentle　look。

〃Bous…Bous　wants　me；〃　he　said；　and　he　opened　the　door　for　Domini　to
pass　out。

A　small　white　and　yellow　dog；　very　clean　and　well　brushed；　was　sitting
on　the　step　in　an　attentive　attitude。　Directly　the　priest　appeared　it
began　to　wag　its　short　tail　violently　and　to　run　round　his　feet；
curving　its　body　into　semi…circles。　He　bent　down　and　patted　it。

〃My　little　companion；　Madame；〃　he　said。　〃He　was　not　with　me　yesterday；
as　he　was　being　washed。〃

Then　he　took　off　his　hat　and　walked　towards　his　house；　accompanied　by
Bous…Bous；　who　had　suddenly　assumed　an　air　of　conscious　majesty；　as　of
one　born　to　preside　over　the　fate　of　an　important　personage。

Domini　stood　for　a　moment　under　the　palm　trees　looking　after　them。
There　was　a　steady　shining　in　her　eyes。

〃Madame　is　a　Catholic　too？〃　asked　Batouch；　staring　steadily　at　her。

Domini　nodded。　She　did　not　want　to　discuss　religion　with　an　Arab　minor
poet　just　then。

〃Take　me　to　the　market；〃　she　said；　mindful　of　her　secret　resolve　to
get　rid　of　her　companion　as　soon　as　possible。

They　set　out　across　the　gardens。

It　was　a　celestial　day。　All　the　clear；　untempered　light　of　the　world
seemed　to　have　made　its　home　in　Beni…Mora。　Yet　the　heat　was　not
excessive；　for　the　glorious　strength　of　the　sun　was　robbed　of　its
terror；　its　possible　brutality；　by　the　bright　and　feathery　dryness　and
coolness　of　the　airs。　She　stepped　out　briskly。　Her　body　seemed
suddenly　to　become　years　younger；　full　of　elasticity　and　radiant
strength。

〃Madame　is　very　strong。　Madame　walks　like　a　Bedouin。〃

Batouch's　voice　sounded　seriously　astonished；　and　Domini　burst　out
laughing。

〃In　England　there　are　many　strong　women。　But　I　shall　grow　stronger
here。　I　shall　become　a　real　Arab。　This　air　gives　me　life。〃

They　were　just　reaching　the　road　when　there　was　a　clatter　of　hoofs；
and　a　Spahi；　mounted　on　a　slim　white　horse；　galloped　past　at　a
tremendous　pace；　holding　his　reins　high　above　the　red　peak　of　his
saddle　and　staring　up　at　the　sun。　Domini　looked　after　him　with
critical　admiration。

〃You've　got　some　good　horses　here；〃　she　said　when　the　Spahi　had
disappeared。

〃Madame　knows　how　to　ride？〃

She　laughed　again。

〃I've　ridden　ever　since　I　was　a　child。〃

〃You　can　buy　a　fine　horse　here　for　sixteen　pounds；〃　remarked　Batouch；
using　the　pronoun　〃tu；〃　as　is　the　custom　of　the　Arabs。

〃Find　me　a　good　horse；　a　horse　with　spirit；　and　I'll　buy　him；〃　Domini
said。　〃I　want　to　go　far　out　in　the　desert；　far　away　from　everything。〃

〃You　must　not　go　alone。〃

〃Why　not？〃

〃There　are　bandits　in　the　desert。〃

〃I'll　take　my　revolver；〃　Domini　said　carelessly。　〃But　I　will　go
alone。〃

They　were　in　sight　of　the　market　now；　and　the　hum　of　voices　came　to
them；　with　nasal　cries；　the　whine　of　praying　beggars；　and　the　fierce
braying　of　donkeys。　At　the　end　of　the　small　street　in　which　they　were
Domini　saw　a　wide　open　space；　in　the　centre　of　which　stood　a　quantity
of　pillars　supporting　a　peaked　roof。　Round　the　sides　of　the　square
were　arcades　swarming　with　Arabs；　and　under　the　central　roof　a　mob　of
figures　came　and　went；　as　flies　go　and　come　on　a　piece　of　meat　flung
out　into　a　sunny　place。

〃What　a　quantity　of　people！　Do　they　all　live　in　Beni…Mora？〃　she　asked。

〃No；　they　come　from　all　parts　of　the　desert　to　sell　and　to　buy。　But
most　of　those　who　sell　are　Mozabites。〃

Little　children　in　bright…coloured　rags　came　dancing　round　Domini；
holding　out　their　copper…coloured　hands；　and　crying　shrilly；　〃'Msee；
M'dame！　'Msee；　M'dame！〃　A　deformed　man；　who　looked　like　a　distorted
beetle；　crept　round　her　feet；　gazing　up　at　her　with　eyes　that　squinted
horribly；　and　roaring　in　an　imperative　voice　some　Arab　formula　in
which　the　words　〃Allah…el…Akbar〃　continually　recurred。　A　tall　negro；
with　a　long　tuft　of　hair　hanging　from　his　shaven　head；　followed　hard
upon　her　heels；　rolling　his　bulging　eyes；　in　which　two　yellow　flames
were　caught；　and　trying　to　engage　her　attention；　though　with　what
object　she　could　not　imagine。　From　all　directions　tall　men　with　naked
arms　and　legs；　and　fluttering　white　garments；　came　slowly　towards　her；
staring　intently　at　her　with　lustrous　eyes；　whose　expression　seemed　to
denote　rather　a　calm　and　dignified　appraisement　than　any　vulgar
curiosity。　Boys；　with　the　whitest　teeth　she　had　ever　beheld；　and
flowers　above　their　well…shaped；　delicate　ears；　smiled　up　at　her　with
engaging　impudence。　Her　nostrils　were　filled　with　a　strange　crowd　of
odours；　which　came　from　humanity　dressed　in　woollen　garments；　from
fruits　exposed　for　sale　in　rush　panniers；　from　round　close　bouquets　of
roses　ringed　with　tight　borders　of　green　leaves；　from　burning　incense
twigs；　from　raw　meat；　from　amber　ornaments　and　strong　perfumes　in
glass　phials　figured　with　gold　attar　of　rose；　orange　blossom；　geranium
and　white　lilac。　In　the　shining　heat　of　the　sun　sounds；　scents　and
movements　mingled；　and　were　almost　painfully　vivid　and　full　of　meaning
and　animation。　Never　had　a　London　mob　on　some　great　/fete/　day　seemed
so　significant　and　personal　to　Domini　as　this　little　mob　of　desert
people；　come　together　for　the　bartering　of　beasts；　the　buying　of
burnouses；　weapons；　skins　and　jewels；　grain　for　their　camels；　charms
for　their　women；　ripe　glistening　dates　for　the　little　children　at　home
in　the　brown　earth　houses。

As　she　made　her　way　slowly　through　the　press；　pioneered　by　Batouch；
who　forced　a　path　with　great　play　of　his　huge　shoulders　and　mighty
arms；　she　was　surprised　to　find　how　much　at　home　she　felt　in　the　midst
of　these　fierce　and　uncivilised…looking　people。　She　had　no　sense　of
shrinking　from　their　contact；　no　feeling　of　personal　disgust　at　their
touch。　When　her　eyes　chanced　to　meet　any　of　the　bold；　inquiring　eyes
around　her　she　was　inclined　to　smile　as　if　in　recognition　of　these
children　of　the　sun；　who　did　not　seem　to　her　like　strangers；　despite
the　unknown　language　that　struggled　fiercely　in　their　throats。
Nevertheless；　she　did　not　wish　to　stay　very　long　among　them　now。　She
was　resolved　to　get　a　full　and　delicately　complete　first　impression　of
Beni…Mora；　and　to　do　that　she　knew　that　she　must　detach　herself　from
close　human　contact。　She　desired　the　mind's　bird's…eye　viewa　height；
a　watchtower　and　a　little　solitude。　So；　when　the　eager　Mozabite
merchants　called　to　her　she　did　not　heed　them；　and　even　the　busy
patter　of　the　informing　Batouch　fell　upon　rather　listless　ears。

〃I　sha'n't　stay　here；〃　she　said　to　him。　〃But　I'll　buy　some　perfumes。
Where　can　I　get　them？〃

A　thin　youth；　brooding　above　a　wooden　tray　close　by；　held　up　in　his
delicate　fingers　a　long　bottle；　sealed　and　furnished　with　a　tiny
label；　but　Batouch　shook　his　head。

〃For　perfumes　you　must　go　to　Ahmeda；　under　the　arcade。〃

They　crossed　a　sunlit　space　and　stood　before　a　dark　room；　sunk　lightly
below　the　level　of　the　pathway　in　a　deserted　corner。　Shadows
congregated　here；　and　in　the　gloom　Domini　saw　a　bent　white　figure
hunched　against　the　blackened　wall；　and　heard　an　old　voice　murmuring
like　a　drowsy　bee。　The　perfume…seller　was　immersed　in　the　Koran；　his
back　to　the　buying　world。　Batouch　was　about　to　call　upon　him；　when
Domini　checked　the　exclamation　with　a　quick　gesture。　For　the　first
time　the　mystery　that　coils　like　a　great　black　serpent　in　the　shining
heart　of　the　East　startled　and　fascinated　her；　a　mystery　in　which
indifference　and　devotion　mingle。　The　white　figure