To proceed, however, with the adventures of our traveller. The first
great city at which he arrived he denominated El Zaitūn, which was the
place where the best coloured and flowered silks in the empire were
manufactured. It was situated upon a large arm of the sea, and being
one of the finest ports in the world, carried on an immense trade,
and overflowed with wealth and magnificence. He next proceeded to Sin
Kilan, another city on the seashore, beyond which, he was informed,
neither Chinese nor Mohammedan ever travelled, the inhabitants of those
parts being fierce, inhospitable, and addicted to cannibalism. In a
cave without this city was a hermit, or more properly an impostor, who
pretended to have arrived at the great age of two hundred years without
eating, drinking, or sleeping. Ibn Batūta, who could not, of course,
avoid visiting so great and perfect a being, going to his cell, found
him to be a thin, beardless, copper-coloured old man, possessing all the
external marks of a saint. When the worthy traveller saluted him, instead
of returning his salutation, he seized his hand, and smelt it; and then,
turning to the interpreter, he said, “This man is just as much attached
to this world as we are to the next.” Upon further discourse, it appeared
that the saint and the traveller had met before, the former being, in
fact, a jogee, whom Ibn Batūta had seen many years before leaning against
the wall of an idol temple in the island of Sindibur. Saints, as well
as other men, are sometimes imprudent. The jogee had no sooner made
this confession than he repented of it, and, retreating into his cell,
immediately disguised himself, so that the traveller, who he suspected
would forcibly follow him, could not upon entering recognise his person
in the least. To infuse into his visiter’s mind the belief that he
possessed the power of rendering himself invisible, he informed him that
he had seen the last of the holy men, who, though at that moment present,
was not to be seen. On returning to the city, our traveller was assured
by the judge of the place that it was the same person who had appeared to
him both within and without the cave, and that, in fact, the good man was
fond of playing such tricks.
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