she devised a children's feast for the last day of the marriage
festival,
and caused Ben Aboo to write to Israel a
formal letter, beginning
"To our well-beloved the excellent Israel ben Oliel, Praise
to the one God," and
setting forth that on the morrow,
when the "Sun of the world" should "place his foot in the stirrup
of speed," and
gallop "from the kingdom of shades," the Governor would
"hold a
gathering of delight" for all the children of Tetuan and he,
Israel, was
besought to "lighten it with the rays of his face,
rivalled only by the sun," and to bring with him his little daughter
Naomi, whose
arrival "similar to a spring breeze," should
"dissipate the dark night of
solitude and isolation." This despatch
written in the common cant of the people, concluded with quotations
from the Prophet on
brotherly love and a
significant and more sincere
assurance that the Basha would not admit of excuses "of the thickness
of a hair."
When Israel received the missive, his anger was hot and furious.
He leapt to the
conclusion that, in demanding the presence of Naomi,
the Spanish woman, who must know of the child's condition desired only
to make a show of it. But, after a fume, he put that thought from him
as uncharitable and unwarranted, and
resolved to obey the summons.
And, indeed, if he had felt any further diffidence, the sight of Naomi's
own
eagerness must have
driven it away. The little maid seemed
to know that something
unusual was going on. Troops of poor villagers
from every
miserable quarter of the bashalic came into the town each day,
beating drums, firing long guns, driving their presents
before them--bullocks, cows, and sheep--and
trying to make believe
that they rejoiced and were glad. Naomi appeared to be conscious
of many tents pitched in the marketplace, of denser crowds in the streets,
and of much
bustle everywhere.
Also she seemed to catch the contagion of little Ali's
excitement.
The children of all the schools of the town, both Jewish and Moorish,
had been summoned through their Talebs to the
festival; there was
to be dancing and singing and playing on
musical instruments and
Ali himself, who had
lately practised the kanoon--the lute,
the harp--under his teacher, was to show his skill before the Governor.
Therefore, great was the little black man's
excitement, and,
in the fever of it, he would talk to every one of the event
forthcoming--to Fatima, to Habeebah, and often to Naomi also,
until the memory of her
infirmity would come to him, or perhaps
the derisive laugh of his schoolfellows would stop him, and then,
thinking they were laughing at the girl, he would fall on them
like a fury, and they would
scamper away.
When the great day came, Ali went off to the Kasbah with his school
and Taleb, in the long
procession of many schools and many Talebs.
Every child carried a present for the rich Basha; now a boy with a goat,
then a girl with a lamb, again a poor
tattered mite with a hen,
all cuddling them close like pets they must part with, yet all looking
radiantly happy in their sweet innocency, which had no alloy of pain
from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.
Israel took Naomi by the hand, but no present with either of them,
and followed the children, going past the booths, the blind beggars,
the lepers, and the shrieking Arabs that lay thick about the gate,
through the iron-clamped door, and into the quadrangle, where groups
of women stood together closely covered in their blankets--the mothers
and sisters of the children, permitted to see their little ones pass
into the Kasbah, but allowed to go no farther--then down the
crooked passage, past the tiny mosque, like a
closet, and the bath,
like a
dungeon, and finally into the pillared patio, paved and walled
with tiles.
This was the place of the
festival, and it was filled already
with a great company of children, their fathers and their teachers.
Moors, Arabs, Berbers, and Jews, clad in their various costumes
of white and blue and black and red--they were a
gorgeous, a voluptuous,
and, perhaps, a beautiful
spectacle in the morning sunlight.
As Israel entered, with Naomi by the hand, he was conscious
that every eye was on them, and as they passed through the way that
was made for them, he heard the whispered exclamations of the people.
"Shoof!" muttered a Moor. "See!" "It's himself," said a Jew.
"And the child," said another Jew. "Allah has
smitten her," said an Arab
"Blind and dumb and deaf," said another Moor "God be gracious
to my father!" said another Arab.
Musicians were playing in the
gallery that ran round the court,