Travels of an Arab merchant in Soudan (the Black Kingdoms of Central Africa)Tūnisī, Muḥammad ibn ʻUmar
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Travels of an Arab merchant in Soudan (the Black Kingdoms of Central Africa)
Tūnisī, Muḥammad ibn ʻUmar
Darfur (Sudan) -- Description and travel; Wadai (Sultanate) -- Description and travel
The rest of the evening was spent in receiving a crowd of visitors;
but Ahmed did not forget me, and ordered a hut to be prepared
for my repose. I slept soundly, and next morning went to visit my
protector, whom I found sitting gravely surrounded by his servants,
his slave-women, and his children, happy, satisfied, and quiet,
as if he had not just come off so long a journey. He introduced me
to his relations and friends; and several days were spent by me in
passing from one house to another, enjoying the festivals given to
celebrate the return of the travellers.
I returned one day to my house, a little before twilight, and
found there two men and two slaves. One of the two men was short,
bronze-coloured, rather agreeable in aspect, and dressed with some
elegance. The other was black and poorly accoutred. I sat down,
suppressing my surprise at seeing a couple of strangers installed
in my chamber. They made signs to one another, looking at me. Then
one began to say,—
“Is this really he?”—“Certainly it is he!”
I did not know what they meant, but the bronze-coloured man said,—
“Art thou of this country?”
“No! I come from Cairo to meet my father.”
“Who is thy father?”
“Omar of Tunis.”
Then the black said sharply, “Salute, then, thy uncle, Ahmed
Zarrouk!”
So I saluted the bronzed man, who handed to me a letter addressed
to Ahmed Bedawee, in which my father paid numerous compliments
to my protector, thanking him, and announcing that he had sent,
as presents, two slaves of six spans in height, and a sorrel
colt. When I had read this missive, the bronzed man told me to go
and communicate it to Ahmed, and to take the presents with me. This
I did, and my protector, having admired the slaves and the colt,
said,—“Blessings! they are magnificent! I accept them, and I
give them to my son—this one”—pointing to me.
Both I and my uncle pressed him to keep them, but he would not,
saying,—“If I were to expend all my fortune for thy father, it
would be little in comparison with the service he has rendered me.”
Upon this I took courage to ask, “What was this service he so
often alluded to?”
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