It was the sixteenth day of April in the following year. The dawn broke over Fez sullen1 and unfriendly as the mood of the city. And all through the morning the clouds grew heavier. Many watched them with anxiety through that forenoon: the French Mission which was to set out on the morrow, on its return to Rabat with the treaty of the Protectorate of Morocco signed and sealed in its pocket; Mulai Hafid himself, now for these many months Sultan, who was to travel with the Mission, on his way to Paris; various high dignitaries of state, who though outwardly wreathed in smiles and goodwill2 had prepared a little surprise for the Mission in one of the passes on its line of march to the coast; and various young officers of the escort who after ten months of garrison3 duty outside Fez welcomed a chance of kicking up their heels for a week or two in the cafés of the coast towns. Like conversation before dinner, all these arrangements depended on the weather.
At twelve o’clock Mulai Hafid gave a farewell luncheon4 to the Mission in his great Palace in Fez Djedid; and after luncheon he conducted his guests to a Pavilion looking upon a wide open space called Mechouar. They had hardly reached the Pavilion before a storm burst with all the violence of the tropics. The Pavilion was like everything else in Morocco. It had never been finished when it was new, and never repaired when it was old; and very soon, the rain breaking through the flimsy roof had driven the guests from the first floor to the chamber5 of audience below, and was splashing down the stairs in a cascade6. A general discomfort7 prevailed. Mulai Hafid himself was in a difficult mood. To one French Commissioner8 of importance who apologized to him because a certain General, lately promoted from Colonel, had not yet had time to procure9 the insignia of his new rank, Mulai Hafid replied dryly:
“The sooner he gets them the better. He’ll want them all to protect him before he has done.”
And a little later when the Head of the Mission, with whom he was playing chess, indiscreetly objected to the Sultan moving surreptitiously one of his knights10 with a latitude11 not authorised by the rules, he turned in vexation to a Kaid of his friends and said: “See what I have come to! I can no longer even move my own cavalry12 as I please, without the consent of his Excellency and the French.”
Altogether it was an uneasy luncheon party. Alone Paul Ravenel was content. He was on duty with the Mission and all the morning his face had been as cloudy as the sky because the storm did not break. Now he stood at a window of the upper room, sheltering himself as best he might from the leaks of the roof and smiled contentedly13. Lieutenant14 Praslin, who a year before had trumpeted15 the praises of Marguerite Lambert in the mess at Ain-Bourdja, stood at his elbow. Praslin commanded now a platoon in Paul’s company and held his chief in awe16. But annoyance17 spurred him to familiarity.
“You are amused, my old one, are you?” he enquired18. “We are of the escort to-morrow. We shall swim through mud. The banks of the rivers will be as slippery as a skating rink. We shall have horses and camels tumbling about and breaking our necks. We shall have ladies in the party too. And you are amused! Name of a name, you have a sense of humour, my Captain.”
“I laugh,” replied Paul, “because if the rain continues, we shan’t go at all.”
“And you don’t want to go! To arrive safely at Rabat with the Mission, it might easily mean your step.”
That Paul should despise the indifferent gaieties of Rabat and Casablanca—that was understood. He was the serious one, destined19 for the high commands. But here was opportunity and Paul Ravenel had been quick to seize upon opportunity. There had been a pretty little fight between Kenitra and Segota when Paul was in command of the Advance Guard of Colonel Gouraud’s convoy20; and Paul had fought his little battle with a resourceful skill which had brought his name into the orders of the day. He had been for ten months now in command of his Company at the great camp of Dar-Debibagh, four kilometres out of Fez. These were days of rapid promotion21 in an army where as a rule promotion was slow. A successful march to Rabat might well make him Commandant and give him his battalion22. Yet the look upon his face, as he watched the sheets of rain turning the plain of the Mechouar into a marsh23, was the look of a man—no, not relieved, but reprieved24—yes, actually reprieved, thought the Lieutenant Praslin.
Below them in the chamber of audience the Chiefs of the Mission were at this moment debating the postponement25 of the journey and they came quickly to the only possible decision. The departure was put off for three days.
“We shall go then, however,” said Praslin, when this decision was announced. “The escort is made up. There will be no change.”
“I wonder,” Paul Ravenel replied. “In three days a man may learn wisdom. The Mission may after all wait until a sufficient force is assembled to protect it properly and then the whole personnel of the escort may be changed.”
“Oh, those stories!” cried Praslin contemptuously. He had the official mind which looks upon distrust of official utterances26 as something next to sacrilege. And official utterances had been busy of late. There was no truth, they declared stoutly28, in those stories that the Maghzen, the Government itself, was stirring up disaffection and revolt behind the back of the Mission. Very likely the people of Fez were saying that the Sultan was the prisoner of the French, that he was being taken to Rabat and Paris to be exhibited triumphantly29 as a captive; but the people of Fez were born gossips and there was no danger in their talk. Had not the Grand Vizier himself pledged his word that the country was quiet? Thus the official mind. Thus too, consequently, Lieutenant Praslin, who was very anxious to see life as it is lived in the coast towns. And if the Intelligence Division and some soldiers who had spent years in the country took a different view, why, soldiers were always alarmists and foolish people and it was waste of time to listen to them.
Paul rode back through the rain with Lieutenant Praslin to the camp at Dar-Debibagh when the reception was over. They went by the Bab Segma and the bridge over the Fez River. The track was already a batter30 of mud above the fetlocks of their horses. At seven o’clock, however, the rain ceased and Paul, changing into a dry uniform, went into Praslin’s tent.
“I am dining with a friend of mine in Fez,” he said, “and I shall not be back until late.”
“The battalion parade’s at six in the morning,” Praslin reminded him. “The order has not been countermanded31.”
“I know,” answered Paul. “I shall be on duty of course”; and mounting his horse he rode again into the city.
He rode back by the way he had come and just within the Bab Segma he met four Moors32 mounted upon mules34 richly caparisoned, and themselves wearing robes of a spotless white. They were clearly men of high rank and one rode a little in advance of the others. As Paul drew closer to them he recognised this man as the Minister of War and one of the most important dignitaries of the Maghzen. Paul saluted36 him and to his amazement37 the Minister did not return the salute35 but turned to one of his companions with a dishonouring39 word.
“Djiffa!” he said contemptuously, and spat40 on the ground. Paul took no notice of the insult. But if he had needed proof of the stories which the official mind refused to entertain, here it was openly avowed41. Very likely the postponement of the Mission’s departure had upset the precious plans of the Maghzen and the Minister of War was showing his displeasure. The point of importance to Paul was that he should dare to show it so openly. That could but imply very complete plans for an ambuscade in force on the road of the Mission to the coast, and a very complete confidence as to the outcome.
Paul began to think of his own affairs.
“Suppose that the Mission and its escort is destroyed,” he reflected. “I have left nothing to chance. No! The blow must fall as lightly as I can make possible.”
He enumerated42 one by one the arrangements which he had made and recalled the wording of his instructions to his solicitors43 and agents.
“No, I can think of nothing else,” he concluded. He had this final request for help to make to-night, and he was very sure that he would not make it in vain. “No,—whatever money can do to lighten the blow—that has been done. And money can do much assuredly. Only—only”—and he admitted to himself at last with a little shiver, a dark thought which he had hitherto driven off—“she is just the kind of girl who might commit suttee.”
He rode along the main street into the quarter of Tala. It was a street always narrow, but sometimes so narrow that if two mules met they could hardly pass. High walls of houses without any windows made it a chasm44 rather than a street. At rare intervals45 it widened into a “place” or square, where a drinking fountain stood or a bridge crossed a stream. It was paved with broken cobble stones with a great rut in the middle where the feet of the mules and horses had broken down to the brown earth beneath; and here and there a slippery mill-stone on which the horse skidded46, had been let in to the cobbles by way of repair. It climbed steeply and steeply fell, and in places the line of houses was broken by a high garden wall above which showed orange trees laden47 with their fruit and bougainvill?a climbing.
At times he passed under an archway where the street was built over above his head and huge solid doors stood back against the walls on either hand, that one quarter might be shut off from another during the night, or in times of trouble. On his right hand a number of alleys48 led into the Souk-ben-Safi and the maze38 of Fez-el-Bali. Into one of these alleys Paul turned and stopped in front of a big house with an imposing49 door studded with nails, and a stone by which to mount a horse.
He dismounted and knocked upon the door. To his surprise, it was not at once thrown open. He looked about him. There was no servant waiting to take his horse in charge. If there had been a mistake! Paul’s heart sank at the thought. Suppose that his friend Si El Hadj Arrifa, on whom so much now might depend, had been called away from his home? But that couldn’t be—surely! However peremptory50 the summons had been, so punctilious51 a personage as Si El Hadj Arrifa would have found a moment wherein to put off his expected guest. Yet if nevertheless it were so . . . !
Paul Ravenel felt the weighty letter under his tunic52 and gazed at the blank wall of the great house with troubled eyes. Oh, he must talk with his friend to-night! In three days the Mission and its escort were to start. He might not get another chance. He redoubled his blows upon the door and at last he heard a key turn in the lock and a clatter53 as the wooden cross-bars were removed.
That sound completed his uneasiness. He had ridden through the city thinking of his own affairs, his eyes in blinkers. Now tracing his steps in memory, he recalled that the streets had been strangely quiet, strangely empty. And here at the end of his journey was this hospitable54 house barricaded55 against an invited guest.
“Oh, no,” he said, seeking to reassure56 himself, “the danger’s out there in the ‘bled,’ on the way to the coast, not here in the town.”
But a picture rose before his mind of four notable Moors in milk-white robes mounted on mules with trappings of scarlet57 and silver who sneered58 openly at the uniform and spat. Paul Ravenel was frightened now. If it was not only in the “bled” that danger threatened, then all his careful letters and arrangements were worth just as much as the cobble stones underneath59 his feet.
The door was open at last and as a servant took Paul’s horse by the bridle60 and led it away to a stable, Paul hurried impatiently into the house. But he was no more impatient than the servant who closed and bolted the door behind him; and in the passage he saw a small troop of attendants, every one of them armed and at the entrance from the passage into the central court Si El Hadj Arrifa himself with a face of fear and in the attitude of a man poised61 for flight.
But when he caught sight of the gold lace upon Paul’s uniform, the Moor33’s expression changed to surprise and surprise in its turn to a smile of welcome. Si El Hadj Arrifa was a stout27 man, fair like so many of the Fasi, with a fringe of beard round his fat face. He was dressed in a silken shirt with an overgarment of pink tissue under his white djellaba and his hands were as well-kept as a woman’s. He wore a fine white haik over his turban and fez.
“I am afraid that you didn’t expect me,” said Paul.
“Your Excellency is always welcome,” replied Si El Hadj Arrifa. “Our poor little meal is ready.”
But it was not ready and Paul’s uneasiness increased. He knew, however, that he would hear nothing until hospitality was satisfied of its ceremonies and then only by a roundabout road. He was led into a room opening by means of a wide archway onto the court. In one corner of the room stood a big modern brass62 bedstead. It was an ornament63 and a decoration, nothing more. For sleep, cushions upon the tiled floor were used. Round the wall there were a great number of clocks, Grandfather clocks, heavy Victorian clocks of ormolu, clocks of marble, most of them ticking away but registering quite different hours, and on the tiled floor stood two branched candlesticks of shining silver with the candles burning. Thick cushions were stretched upon the tiles about the candles and upon them Paul and his host took their seats.
Si El Hadj Arrifa was a personage in Fez, a man of influence in politics and of great wealth. He had visited Manchester more than once, to buy cotton goods and he talked of that town whilst they waited for dinner.
“They have good dentists,” he said.
Paul looked at this soigné and dainty gentleman in the fine setting of his beautiful house, and smiled to think of the figure he must cut in Manchester. He probably wore a black gown like a gabardine and elastic64 sided boots over white woollen socks and lived in a small room in a dingy65 street. But Si El Hadj Arrifa fell soon into an uneasy silence and sat listening with his head cocked as if he expected some sound from the city without to ring out over the open square in the roof above the court. A fountain was playing in the centre of the court in honour of the visitor, but the Moor called to a servant to turn it off, since the splash and tingle66 of the water so filled the ears that they could apprehend67 nothing else.
Dinner was brought in at last by a couple of negresses and Paul must eat of each course beginning with sweetmeats, and ranging through a couscouss, a roasted leg of mutton and a stuffed chicken. Paul put his right hand into the dish and tore at the meat in the due fashion and accepted tit-bits from the fingers of his host. Some orange water was brought for him to drink, and when the long meal was over one of the negresses brought them a ewer68 and soap and poured water over their hands whilst they washed them.
“Yes, they have good dentists in Manchester,” said Si El Hadj Arrifa and, taking a complete set of shining teeth from his mouth, he washed them and polished them and replaced them.
“They seem to have very good dentists there,” said Paul with befitting gravity.
A silver tea kettle was brought and a silver spirit lamp, and Si El Hadj Arrifa brewed70 two little cups of heavily sweetened green tea and flavoured it with mint. But even while engaged upon this important work, he still kept his head cocked a little on one side, as though he still listened for some dreaded71 yet expected sound. And when he handed the cup to Paul, it rattled72 in the saucer.
Nothing on this evening had so startled Paul Ravenel. His heart jumped within his breast. Si El Hadj Arrifa was not merely disturbed. His hand was shaking. He was desperately73 afraid. He drew a breath and leaned forward to speak and Ravenel said to himself with relief. “At last! It is coming.”
But he was wrong. His host only enquired whether Paul had ever visited America.
“No,” he answered.
“A man in Manchester told me that they had a way there of stuffing turkeys which was very good. But they used oysters74 for it and of course so far from the sea we can get none at Fez.”
“Some day there will be a railway,” said Paul consolingly. Si El Hadj Arrifa made another brew69 of tea, this time suspending in the brew a little lump of ambergris to flavour it.
“I must begin,” thought Paul, as he took his cup. He felt for the big letter in his tunic but before he could take it from his breast his host spoke75 in a low, quiet tone, words which at first seemed of little more importance than any which had been spoken before, and afterwards were able to set Paul’s heart fluttering.
“I sent a messenger this evening to you at the camp at Dar-Debibagh.
“He missed me,” replied Paul.
“It is a pity.”
“Why?”
“I sent him to warn you not to come into Fez to-night.”
“Why?”
“You are my friend. There is danger.”
“But outside the city,” cried Paul, “from the tribes—after we have marched.”
“Here in Fez too,” Si El Hadj Arrifa insisted in a voice which now frankly76 shook with terror. “For you and all of your creed77 that dwell in this city.”
Paul was already on his feet, his face and his eyes set in a stare of horror. Si El Hadj Arrifa quite misunderstood the French officer’s manner. He said soothingly78:
“You shall stay in my house till it is all over.”
“All over?” Paul repeated. He took his hand from the bulky letter in his tunic. If the dreadful news were true, his plans must change. His heart sank as he caught a glimpse of how they must change.
“I must know more, my friend,” he said, and he sat quietly down again upon the cushions.
“There are the Askris,” said the man of Fez, “the tribesmen. You have taken them too quickly into your armies. You have armed them too quickly. You have placed them with their instructors79 in the Kashab des Cherarda by the Segma gate as a garrison for this town. Oh, madness!”
“Yes,” Paul agreed. “We should have waited a year—two years.”
“They are told that they must carry knapsacks,” continued Si El Hadj Arrifa. “With us that is work for women, an insult to men.”
“But it isn’t true,” said Paul Ravenel.
“What does that matter if it is believed? The knapsacks were carried on mules publicly through the city, so that all men might see them. Six thousand of them.”
“Not by our orders,” said Paul, and the swift look and the shrug81 of the shoulders with which the protest was received told him much. It was by the order of the Maghzen that those knapsacks had been paraded. The Government itself was behind this movement in the city as it was behind the insurrection on the plains. Once more he saw very clearly the four contemptuous notables upon their mules.
“Of course we have known of this trouble,” said Paul slowly. “But we thought that each instructor80 could make it clear to his men that the story was a lie.”
Si El Hadj Arrifa flung up his hands.
“Oh, the great lessons and nothing is learnt! Was there not trouble once for the English in India? Was there not talk of cartridges82 greased with the fat of pigs? It was not true. No! But it served. As the knapsacks will serve in Fez.”
“A little time,” cried Paul Ravenel, clutching at the straw of that faint hope.
“There is no time,” answered Si El Hadj Arrifa. “Listen!” He looked swiftly behind him into the shadows of the court to make sure that there were none to overhear. “The revolt in Fez was planned for to-morrow, after the Mission had departed. There was to be a scouring83.”
“Yes.”
“The Askris are ready: more than ready. It was difficult to hold them in, even with the promise of to-morrow. Now that the departure is postponed84, they will not wait. It needs a word perhaps, but the speaking of that word cannot be delayed.”
Paul nodded gloomily.
“And they won’t believe it,” he said in a dull quiet voice, as he stared upon the ground. Believe it? Paul Ravenel knew very well that were he to batter down the door of the Embassy, they would not even allow him to blurt85 his story out. Why should he come prattling86 his soldier’s silliness at that unearthly hour? Let him go back to his camp and await his well-deserved reprimand in the morning! There are proper channels by which presumptuous87 young officers must address their importunities. It is the history of many disasters. Politics and ambition and the play of parties must decide what is going to happen, not prescience or knowledge. Is a country notoriously studiis asperrima belli? Let us never admit it, lest we range against us this or that faction88 which is strong enough to bring us down. It’s all a gamble. So let us plank89 our money and everybody else’s and their lives into the bargain on to our colour and chance it turning up. “All rising to Great Place is by a winding90 stair.” So we must twist and turn and see nothing beyond the next step by which we mount. Authority in Fez had just been given the cravat91 of Grand Officer of the Legion of Honour, because the negotiations92 for the Protectorate had been conducted so smoothly93 and had ended in so resounding94 a success. It would never do for authority to listen to any intrusive95 soldier who insisted that murder and torture were knocking on the door. Had not the Maghzen declared that the tribesmen in the “bled” were only thinking of their husbandry? Did not the Grand Vizier himself guarantee the goodwill and peacefulness of Fez?
“They have stopped their ears and bandaged their eyes,” said Paul.
“But you will stay here to-night,” his friend urged. “No one, I think, saw you come into my house, and my servants are faithful. Yes, you will stay here and be safe until this danger is overpast!”
Paul shook his head.
“That I cannot do,” he said, and Si El Hadj Arrifa hearing the tone he used, knew that there would be no persuading him.
“Then go while you can, and ride quickly with your pistol loose in its holster.”
But even so Paul did not move.
“Wait,” he said.
He raised his head to listen. The night was still as a tomb. A cry even from the most distant corner of the city, it seemed to him, must carry to this open square of darkness above them. He had time. “Yes, wait,” he repeated, and he went apart into the shadowy patio96. Never had he been set to face so tragic97 a dilemma98. He knew Si El Hadj Arrifa too well to doubt him. Nor indeed had he any real doubt as to the choice which he himself would make. The choice was in truth made, had been made from the moment he was sure that torture and massacre99 threatened those who remained in Fez as much as those who marched to Rabat. But he stood in that shadowy court of marble and tiles, gazing with a great sorrow upon many lovely cherished things which he was now forever to forego, his own hopes and ambitions, a little circle of good friends, honour and good report, a career of active service and study well-applied, and at the end of it all a name cleansed100 of its stain, and—even now the picture rose before his mind—a dreamlike high garden fragrant101 with roses, from which one looked out over moonlit country to the misty102 barrier of the Downs. It was such a farewell as he had never thought to make and when he turned back into the room his face was twisted as with a physical pain and anguish103 lay deep in his brooding eyes.
He took the envelope from his breast.
“I shall trust you with more than my life,” he said.
“Your Excellency has honoured me with his friendship. I am his servant in all things.”
“I have been for three nights writing this letter. I had it in my mind to open it here and read it to you. But the bad news you have given me points to another way. It may be that there will be no need to use it. I give it into your hands and I beg you to keep it sealed as it is, until you are certain of my death. If I am alive I shall find a means to let you know. If I am dead, I pray you to do all that I have written here.”
Si El Hadj Arrifa took the letter and bowed his forehead upon it, as though it carried the very Sultan’s seal.
“With God’s will, I will do as you direct.”
Paul took his friend by the hand, and looked him in the eyes.
“I could not rest quiet in my grave if my wishes written there were not fulfilled—if misfortune struck where there is no need that it should strike. A voice would call to me, in sorrow and distress104, and I should hear it and stir in my grave though I was buried metres deep in clay. It is a promise?”
“Yes.”
Si El Hadj Arrifa struck a bell and a man came out to him from the servants’ quarters.
“All is quiet, Mohammed?”
“Up till this hour.”
“His Excellency’s horse then! You will go in front of him with a lantern as far as the Bab Segma. His Excellency returns to the camp at Dar-Debibagh.”
The servant’s eyes opened wide in fear. He looked from his master to his master’s guest, as though both of them had been smitten105 with madness. Then he went out upon his business, and the two men in the court heard the fall of the bars and the grinding of the lock of the door.
“I will put this away,” said Si El Hadj Arrifa, balancing the letter in his hands; and he went upstairs to his own room. When he came down Paul was standing106 in the patio, with his cap upon his head.
“I will bid you good-bye here my friend,” said Paul, but his host, terrified though he was, would not so far fall short of his duties. He went out with Paul Ravenel to the street. The city all about them was very quiet. There was no light anywhere but the light in the big lantern which Mohammed was carrying in one hand whilst he held the bridle of Paul’s horse with the other. Paul mounted quickly and without a word. Si El Hadj Arrifa stood in the doorway107 of his house. He watched the lantern dwindle108 to a spark, he heard the sharp loud crack of the horse’s shoes upon the cobbles soften109 and grow dull. He waited until the spark had vanished, and, a little time afterwards, the beat of the hoofs110 had ceased. And still there was no sign of any trouble, no distant clamour as of men gathering111, no shrill112 cries from the women on the roofs. He went back into his house.
A William Fox Production. The Winding Stair.
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