Middle East -- Description and travel; Stanhope, Hester, Lady, 1776-1839
It is in these narrow valleys, where the light creeps in like a spectre;
amidst these lofty crags which time carries away joyously by scraps,
that the fierce mountaineers so feared by the troops of the Sultan are
entrenched. They are tributaries of the Pachas of Tripoli and Damascus,
but their obedience is uncertain, and no collector of taxes dares to get
himself involved on their great tracks which end often in a cul-de-sac.
Misfortune follows the imprudent person who would venture into the
mountain! From castles encamped on the edge of abysses death would
descend. And not the violent and honourable death which a combat, even
an unequal one, gives, but the unforeseen, insidious death which slowly
scents the victim, watches him unweariedly and awaits him in the perfume
of a poisoned nosegay, in the clear water of a contaminated spring, in
the most impressive cares of a servant who has sold himself. Kalaat
Masjaf! Kalaat Quadinous! Kalaat el Kaf! eagles' nests hewn in the
living rock, which have an ugly appearance and a sinister memory, lair
of bandits where lived, meditated and died that strange
Rachid-eddin-Sinan, the Old Man of the Mountain, who brought from Persia
the doctrine of blood and of crime, inspirer of souls, who fanaticised
his men up to the love of, the adoration of, death, awakening their
energies and casting a spell over their wills up to the most degraded
and the most humiliating passivity.
At a distance of seven centuries, the Assassins had not disarmed, and
each day brought a new incident to add to their monotonous and
sanguinary chronicles. Nevertheless, it was them whom Lady Hester was
going to defy, them who had everywhere secret affiliations, everywhere
spies, them who knew everything, avenged themselves always and so much
the more dangerously that they were totally indifferent to their own
lives and considered as an ineffable happiness to die for their cause.
The reason Lady Hester had was a grave one: in the nineteenth century a
European traveller could disappear in the Ansaries Mountains without
anyone being called to account.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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