Muslims -- Turkey -- Fiction; Turkey -- History -- Abdul Mejid, 1839-1861 -- Fiction
He rose then, and went to tell the women of Zeyd’s offer and his
conclusion to accept it. A cry of “Praise to Allah!” escaped from both
occupants of the litter. After the glimpse they had just obtained of
Frankish manners, neither Alia herself nor Fatmeh was in haste to behold
the Frank physician.
CHAPTER VI
The hills were as negro heads about a fire; twilight, olive-tinted and
something luminous, flooded every crevice of the land, as Shems-ud-dìn
sat before the house of Zeyd’s wife’s relation, beneath a tree which grew
there, concluding a letter to his son Abd-ur-Rahman. The quality of the
light obliged him to hold his face close to the reed as it ran. All who
dwelt in that place, squatting round upon the stones, watched him with
awe and wonderment.
“After inquiry concerning thy dear health”—so ran the screed—“I set forth
to thee that, thy sister the little Alia, having been ill a long while,
and all which medical science both local and illustrious could do having
proved vain, it occurred to me, by the permission of Allah, and seemed no
sin, that I should bring her, thy sister aforesaid, to the city El Cûds,
where, according to one who spoke with me of this matter, there are found
foreign physicians of a science transcending that of the physicians of
our own nation; whither therefore I bring her, having journeyed thus far
by the grace of Allah, and intending to abide here this night in the
village below mentioned in the house of a friend of one of my companions,
a good, kind man, may Allah bless him.
“And moreover I inform thee that all is so far well with me, by the mercy
of Allah, thy sister yet alive, though weak and worn to the shadow of her
thou bearest in mind; but that hearing of the city that it is full to
overflowing of Nazarenes thronging to their feast of the Resurrection,
I think well to send thee beforehand this word of our coming, that thou
mayest seek out a place where I and my companions of the road, to the
number of twenty men, may lodge while we remain in the city; a long time
or a short, as Allah wills it; and to express my eager hope that thou
wilt meet us in the gate to-morrow early, to inform us where the Frank
physician dwells.
“Know further that Hassan, our old friend, is with me, and many also of
his people, and Shibli, my pupil and thine ancient playfellow, who all
for compassion bear me company; that these all salute thee with every
blessing, and that I, thy father, yearn exceedingly to embrace thee once
again, and may Allah preserve thee ever!”
This letter, a marvel of fine penmanship, though written upon his lap in
the failing light, he delivered to one of the Circassians standing ready
beside his horse. The villagers, who had squatted silent throughout the
writing, crowded now around the recipient, craving leave but to glance at
the superscription. “Ma sh’ Allah!” they exclaimed, when it was shown to
them. The messenger, proud of his sudden consequence, proceeded to read
aloud for their delectation:
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