For Fortune and Glory: A Story of the Soudan War — John Shaqi
For Fortune and Glory: A Story of the Soudan WarHough, Lewis
History
For Fortune and Glory: A Story of the Soudan War
Hough, Lewis
Great Britain -- History, Military -- 19th century -- Fiction; Sudan -- History -- 1881-1899 -- Fiction
After leaving his uncle in such a rapt state, it was curious to Harry to
see him walk into the drawing-room before dinner in correct evening
costume, and not wearing his fez. He was somewhat taciturn, ate very
little, and drank nothing but water, but his manners were those of a
perfect gentleman. After dinner he retired, and they saw no more of him
that evening.
Harry Forsyth had several other interviews with his uncle, who showed
more fondness for his company than he had for that of any other member
of the family, but who kept a greater guard over himself, and was more
reticent than he had been on the occasion of his first interview. He
spoke of Eastern climes, war, sport, and scenery, with enthusiasm
indeed, but rationally, and Harry grew interested, and liked to hear
him, though he never got over the feeling that there was something
uncanny about him.
One night, after dinner, when a fortnight of Harry's holidays had
elapsed, the uncle, on retiring, asked his nephew to come and see him in
the study at eleven on the following morning, and Harry, punctually
complying, found him seated on a chair before the large table with three
packets before him.
"Sit down, my lad," he said, and the deep musical tones of his voice had
an affectionate sadness in them.
"I am going back to my own land to-morrow, and shall never leave it
again. But we shall meet, for such is the will of the All-Powerful,
unless the inward voice deceives me, as it has never hitherto done. You
will, or let us say you _may_, need my aid. You will learn where and
how to find the Sheikh Burrachee--which is my real name--from Yusuff,
the sword dealer, in the armourers' bazaar, at Cairo. But you will more
certainly do so by applying to the head Dervish at the mosques of
Suakim, Berber, or Khartoum. At the last town, indeed, you will have no
difficulty in learning where I am, and being conducted to me; and,
indeed, in any considerable place above the second cataract of the Nile,
you will probably learn at the mosque how and where to obtain the
required direction, even if they cannot give it you themselves. If
there is hesitation, show the holy man this ring, and it will be removed
at once. Should you meet with hindrance in your journey from any desert
tribe, ask to be led to the chief, and give him this parchment. He may
not be an ally to help you, but he may, and if not, he will probably not
hinder you. Lastly, take these three stones, and see that you keep them
securely in a safe place, and that no one knows that you possess them.
They are sapphires of some value I exact no promise, but I bid you not
to part with these for any purpose but that of coming to me. For that,
sell them. Should you hear of my death, or should ten years elapse
without your coming to me, they are yours to do what you like with.
Lest you should forget any part of my directions, I have written them on
a paper which is at the bottom of the box containing the sapphires.
Come."
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