The great city lay in silence, but the moment the rim of the sun
appeared above the horizon the silence was broken by a faint sound of
chanting from that ornate temple, seemingly of carven ivory, which had
bestowed upon the city its Greek name of Heliopolis. The Temple of the
Sun towered overall other buildings in the place, and, as if the day-god
claimed his own, the rising sun shot his first rays upon this edifice,
striking from it instantly all colour, leaving its rows of pillars a
dazzling white as if they were fashioned from the pure snows of distant
Lebanon. The sun seemed a mainspring of activity, as well as an object
of adoration, for before it had been many minutes above the horizon the
ambassador saw emerging from the newly opened gate the mounted convoy
that was to act as his escort into the city; so, turning, he gave
a quick command which speedily levelled the tents, and brought his
retinue; into line to receive their hosts.
The officer, sent by the Prince of Baalbek to welcome the ambassador
and conduct him into the city, greeted the visitor with that deferential
ceremony so beloved of the Eastern people, and together they journeyed
down the hill to the gates, the followers of the one mingling
fraternally with the followers of the other. As if the deities of the
wonderful temples they were approaching wished to show the futility of
man’s foresight, a thoughtless remark made by one of the least in
the ambassador’s retinue to one of the least who followed the Baalbek
general, wrought ruin to one empire, and saved another from disaster.
A mule-driver from Baalbek said to one of his lowly a profession from
Damascus that the animals of the northern city seemed of superior
breed to those of the southern. Then the Damascus man, his civic pride
disturbed by the slighting remark, replied haughtily that if the mules
of Baalbek had endured such hardships as those of Damascus, journeying
for a month without rest through a rugged mountain country, they would
perhaps look in no better condition than those the speaker then drove.
“Our mules were as sleek as yours a month ago, when we left Damascus.”
As Baalbek is but thirty-one miles north of Damascus, the muleteer of
the former place marvelled that so long a time had been spent on
the journey, and he asked his fellow why they had wandered among the
mountains. The other could but answer that so it was, and he knew no
reason for it, and with this the man of Baalbek had to content himself.
And so the tale went from mouth to ear of the Baalbek men until it
reached the general himself. He thought little of it for the moment,
but, turning to the ambassador, said, having nothing else to say:
“How long has it taken you from Damascus to Baalbek?”
Then the ambassador answered:
“We have done the journey in three days; it might have taken us but two,
or perhaps it could have been accomplished in one, but there being no
necessity for speed we travelled leisurely.”
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