at Morocco. Thus in a land where there is one noble only,
the Sultan himself, where
ascent and
descent are as free as in a republic,
though the ways of both are mired with crime and corruption,
Mohammed was come as from the highest
nobility. Nevertheless,
he renounced his rank and the hope of
wealth that went along with it
at the call of duty and the cry of
misery.
He parted from his uncles,
abandoned his judgeship, and went out
into the plains. The poor and outcast and down-trodden among the people,
the shamed, the disgraced, and the neglected left the towns
and followed him. He established a sect. They were to be despisers
of
riches and lovers of
poverty. No man among them was to have more
than another. They were never to buy or sell among themselves,
but every one was to give what he had to him that wanted it.
They were to avoid swearing, yet
whatever they said was to be firmer
than an oath. They were to be
ministers of peace, and if any man did
them
violence they were never to
resist him. Nevertheless they were
not to lack for courage, but to laugh to scorn the enemies
that tormented them, and smile in their pains and shed no tear.
And as for death, if it was for their glory they were to
esteem it
more than life, because their bodies only were corruptible,
but their souls were
immortal, and would mount
upwards when released
from the
bondage of the flesh. Not dissenters from the Koran,
but stricter conformers to it; not Nazarenes and not Jews,
yet followers of Jesus in their customs and of Moses in their doctrines.
And Moors and Berbers, Arabs and Negroes, Muslimeen and Jews,
heard the cry of Mohammed of Mequinez, and he received them all.
From the streets, from the market-places, from the doors of the prisons,
from the service of hard masters, and from the
ragged army itself,
they arose in hundreds and trooped after him. They needed no badge
but the badge of
poverty, and no voice of pleading but the voice
of
misery. Most of them brought nothing with them in their hands,
and some brought little on their backs save the stripes
of their tormentors. A few had flocks and herds, which they drove
before them. A few had tents, which they shared with their fellows;
and a few had guns, with which they shot the wild boar for their food
and the hyena for their safety. Thus, possessing little and
desiring nothing, having neither houses nor lands, and only considering
themselves secure from their rulers in having no money, this company
of battered human wrecks, life-broken and crime-logged and stranded,
passed with their leader from place to place of the waste country
about Mequinez. And he, being as poor as they were, though he might
have been so rich, cheered them always, even when they murmured
against him, as Absalam had cheered his little
fellowship at Tetuan:
"God will feed us as He feeds the birds of the air, and clothe
our little ones as He clothes the fields."
Such was the man whom Israel went out to seek. But Israel knew
his people too well to make known his
errand. His besetting difficulties
were enough already. The year was young, but the days were hot;
a palpitating haze floated always in the air, and the grass and
the broom had the dusty and tired look of autumn. It was also the month
of the fast of Ramadhan, and Israel's men were Muslims.
So, to save himself the double
vexation of
oppressive days
and the
constant bickerings of his famished people, Israel found
it necessary at length to travel in the night. In this way his journey
was the shorter for the
absence of some obstacles, but his time was long.
And, just as he had
hidden his
errand from the men of his own caravan,
so he concealed it from the people of the country that he passed through,
and many and various, and sometimes ludicrous and sometimes
very
pitiful were the conjectures they made
concerning it.
While he was passing through his own
province of Tetuan,
nothing did the poor people think but that he had come to make
a new assessment of their lands and holdings, their cattle and
belongings, that he might tax them afresh and more fully.
So, to buy his mercy in advance, many of them came out of their houses
as he drew near, and knelt on the ground before his horse,
and kissed the skirts of his kaftan, and his knees, and even his foot
in his
stirrup, and called him _Sidi_ (master, my lord),
a title never before given to a Jew, and offered him presents
out of their meagre substance.
"A gift for my lord," they would say, "of the little that God
has given us, praise His
merciful name for ever!"
Then they would push forward a sheep or a goat, or a string of hens
tied by the legs so as to hang across his saddle-bow, or, perhaps,
at the two trembling hands of an old woman living alone
on a hungry
scratch of land in a
desolate place, a bowl of buttermilk.
Israel was touched by the people's
terror, but he betrayed no feeling.