Arab countries -- Fiction; Fantasy fiction; Gothic fiction; Middle East -- Fiction
This conversation was cut short by Fakreddin, who came to request that
Vathek would join in the prayers and ablutions to be solemnized on a
spacious meadow, watered by innumerable streams. The Caliph found the
waters refreshing, but the prayers abominably irksome. He diverted
himself however with the multitude of Calenders, {79a} Santons, {79b} and
Dervises {79c} who were continually coming and going, but especially with
the Brahmins, {79d} Faquirs, {79e} and other enthusiasts, who had
travelled from the heart of India, and halted on their way with the emir.
These latter had each of them some mummery peculiar to himself. One
dragged a huge chain where ever he went, another an ourang-outang, whilst
a third was furnished with scourges, and all performed to a charm. Some
clambered up trees, holding one foot in the air; others poised themselves
over a fire, and without mercy fillipped their noses. There were some
amongst them that cherished vermin, which were not ungrateful in
requiting their caresses. These rambling fanatics revolted the hearts of
the Dervises, the Calenders, and Santons; however the vehemence of their
aversion soon subsided under the hope that the presence of the Caliph
would cure their folly, and convert them to the Mussulman faith. But
alas! how great was their disappointment! for Vathek, instead of
preaching to them, treated them as buffoons; bade them present his
compliments to Visnow and Ixhora, and discovered a predilection for a
squat old man from the Isle of Serendib, who was more ridiculous than any
of the rest.
“Come,” said he, “for the love of your gods, bestow a few slaps on your
chops to amuse me.”
The old fellow offended at such an address began loudly to weep; but as
he betrayed a villainous drivelling in his tears, the Caliph turned his
back and listened to Bababalouk, who whispered, whilst he held the
umbrella over him:
“Your majesty should be cautious of this odd assembly, which hath been
collected I know not for what. Is it necessary to exhibit such
spectacles to a mighty potentate, with interludes of talapoins more mangy
than dogs? Were I you, I would command a fire to be kindled, and at once
purge the earth of the emir, his harem, and all his menagery.”
“Tush, dolt,” answered Vathek, “and know that all this infinitely charms
me. Nor shall I leave the meadow till I have visited every hive of these
pious mendicants.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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