“Sweet of tongue but of distant beneficence.”—Arabic Proverb.
“Zarah! It is—it is you! Then it was you!”
Helen raised herself on her elbow and stared at the bewildering picture which suddenly appeared in the doorway1, blotting2 out the peace of the coming dawn and the far-stretching desert.
Wrapped from head to foot in a great cloak of orange satin, the Arabian stood outlined against the purple sky, with the Nubian behind her, whilst Namlah, hidden behind her pots and pans in the recess3, cursed beneath her breath with all the Oriental’s volubility.
The terrified body-woman had lain flat on her face upon the steps until certain that she had not been discovered, then, as the sky had lightened, had crept like some gigantic spider up the steps and into the room where the white girl lay. She had barely had the time to whisper a warning and to run noiselessly across to the recess and hide herself when they heard her mistress’s voice speaking softly to the Nubian as they, too, mounted the steps.
Zarah did not hesitate. She determined4 upon a plan of action even as she caught the unconquerable look in the girl’s bewildered face.
Here was no weakling to be bullied5 into submission6, no poor spirit to be tyrannized, no faltering7 feet to be whipped along a certain road; rather was it a case for duplicity and cunning, with flowers and green boughs8 to cover the dug pit into which, misled, betrayed, Helen Raynor would ultimately fall.
With a little cry she ran across to the divan9, flung herself[128] on her knees and seized Helen’s hand with a world of innocence10 and entreaty11 in her strange eyes.
“Helen R-raynor-r!” She spoke12 the sweetest broken English in the world, her r’s rolling like little drums. “Ze fr-r-ien’ of my youz! Can you under-r-stan’? Can I beg for your-r for-r-give-e-ness for ze ter-r-ible mistake?”
She gave Helen no time to grant it or not. She launched out on the most plausible13 explanation of the disastrous14 battle that a crafty15 mind could possibly have invented on the spur of the moment. “I could not hold my men; I could not make zem hear-r or-r under-r-stan’ in ze noise of ze fight zat we had not foun’ ze r-r-right enemy.” She flung her arms up above her head, which she then proceeded to bow to the ground. “By ze gr-r-ace of Allah”—she raised her face and right hand to the ceiling, a veritable picture of piety—“zey did hear-r my or-r-der not to fir-r-e so zat you, dear-r fr-rien’ of my happy schooldays, was not kill-ed. Ah! Zose ozer bar-r-bar-rians zat kill-ed ze old Englishman wiz ze white hair-r, zay were ze ones we——”
“My grandfather! But he was killed by a spear through the heart, a spear thrown by one of your men. The others came up from behind!”
In spite of the reputation for lying and every kind of deception16 that the Arabian had gained at school, Helen had almost allowed herself to believe the plausible tale told in the guileless voice.
But, her suspicions aroused by the last barefaced17 untruth, she drew away as far as the divan would allow from the supplicating18 figure with the sorrow-laden eyes.
She rose to her feet, a superb figure of sorrowful indignation, and threw out her hands as best she could for the cloak she had wrapped round herself in an effort to hide the scantiness20 of her attire21, then sat down on the foot of the divan, facing her enemy.
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“Helen R-ray-nor-r! You believe zat of my men, mine, over-r whom I r-reign as queen? Ze bar-r-bar-rians sur-r-rounded us, zey thr-r-rew ze spear-r fr-rom behind my men. Zen I give ze or-r-der to Al-Asad, who is my bodyguar-r-d.” She pointed22 to the Nubian, who stood just outside the door, watching the rocks in the hope of seeing Yussuf pass amongst them. “I tell him to save you from ze savage23 Bedouins.”
“But why me alone?” Helen drew the silken coverlet about her and got to a sitting position on the edge of the divan, whilst Namlah watched the battle of wills between the beautiful women from the recess, which was just behind Zarah’s back.
Zarah leapt at the chance of firmly establishing her lie. “But zer-r-e was no one else to save. Ze old one, your-r gr-ran’fazer-r, was dead.”
“No, no, no!” Helen sat forward in her intense excitement, her eyes shining, her hands clenched24. “There was another Englishman with us, someone you know, Zarah. Think of it, someone you have met!”
“Me! I have met! A fr-r-rien’ of yours and mine! I do not under-r-stan’!”
Quickly, breathlessly, Helen reminded her of the day she had fallen from her horse into Ralph Trenchard’s arms.
“You remember! Oh, you must remember! He told me all about you; said how magnificently you rode. Oh, and when he heard about the mysterious woman of the desert, he said he thought it might be you, because you had told him that you came from somewhere about here and had asked him to pay your father a visit. Didn’t you see him? Don’t you know where he is? And are you the wonderful woman everyone talks about?”
“I just r-remember-r him,” she cried gleefully, whilst longing27 to choke the life out of the girl in front of her. “And he was wiz you? Then wher-r-e is he? We[130] sear-r-ched after-r-wards for our-r men upon ze battlefield, but saw nozing of ze old man, nor-r his bones, nor-r his clothes, and nozing of—of ze ozer. I mean zer was no tr-r-ace of any ozer. I know!” She clapped her hands and laughed. “We saw marks leading back to Hareek. He is escaped, taking wiz him ze body of your-r gr-r-an’fazer-r, and is waiting for you, to know wher-r-e you ar-r-e, to come and fetch you.”
“Perhaps! Perhaps you are right!” quietly replied Helen, her eyes fixed28 on the clasped fingers, which showed white at the joints29 under the pressure of the Arabian’s emotion. “Yes, perhaps you are right.” She smiled gently and nodded her head, whilst she asked herself if Zarah’s intense solicitude30 could possibly arise out of friendship for herself. She decided31 that it did not when, on turning her head, she found the eyes of the handsome native fixed upon her. She frowned and drew the silken coverlet more closely about her in an instinctive32 desire to protect herself from the feeling of uneasiness and evil which had suddenly fallen upon her, and sighed with unconfessed relief when the sunrays tipped over the edge of the mountains and shone through the open door. “Tell me,” she said quickly, “why did you go out to fight those Bedouins? What harm had they done that they should be shot down, speared, massacred by a force far superior to their own? What right had you to take their lives?”
It is most injudicious to ask such pertinent33 questions in the uncivilized places of the world, and it was well for Helen that she could not see the rage in the other’s heart at her daring.
“A?-a?-a?!”
The cry of the mourner rose to high heaven as Zarah smote35 her breast, causing the doves and pheasants and other birds to rise in flocks, and the women near the water’s edge to look up from the business of the hour.
“Behold!” lied she brazenly36. “Even some moons ago[131] zose bar-r-bar-r-ians lay in wait for some of my people as zey r-ret-urned fr-r-om Hutah. Ze men zey killed, ze women and ze little, little child-r-ren zey took away wiz zem. Am I not ze mozer of my people? Could I r-refuse my men when zey cr-ried to be r-revenged? Ah, fr-r-ien’ of my happy schooldays, ze ways of ze deser-r-t a-r-r-e not ze ways of ze city. Let us not talk of zings so sad. Listen! I have some idea. Do you r-r-emember how Miss Jane used to scold when we said zat?”
She did not give Helen time to say if she did or did not remember, but turned her head and said something in his own dialect to the Nubian. He raised his hand and walked to the edge of the platform, as unwitting as his mistress of Namlah the body-woman, who stood in the doorway of the recess, gesticulating violently and shaking her head.
Helen looked at her quietly and then turned and looked out through the doorway, wondering what Zarah could have said to awaken37 such perturbation in Namlah’s heart.
“What is the great idea, Zarah?”
Zarah smiled bewitchingly, her teeth flashing, her eyes as soft as a gazelle’s. “I will r-r-repeat ze invitation to ze Englishman—ah, I cannot pr-r-o-nounce ze name—zrough you. You will wr-r-ite him a letter to ask him to come to stay for ze little time and to take you back wiz him—yes? You will write, will you not, my dear fr-r-ien’?”
Love, the master-key to all problems between woman and woman, unlocked the door which hid the secret workings of Zarah’s mind from Helen. The request explained Namlah’s agitation39. Zarah had evidently told the Nubian about the letter of invitation.
“How will you send the letter?”
It seemed a trusty messenger would deliver the letter at Hutah and would wait to act as escort to the Englishman on the return journey through the desert.
“But Ralph Trenchard may be ill, or he may not be able to come.” Helen watched the other’s face intently[132] as she spoke. “The messenger can escort me to Hutah instead of taking the letter.”
“No woman is safe unar-r-med, and not even ar-r-med, alone in ze deser-r-t wiz a man. Be r-reasonable, little English r-r-ose, and wr-r-ite ze little letter.”
“You could take me with an escort to Hutah, Zarah.”
Zarah humbly40 touched her forehead, and threw out her hands as she raged inwardly at the other’s obstinacy41.
“I am ze mozer of my people. Zey mour-r-n, zey weep in zeir-r sor-r-row. I cannot leave zem even for a little, little while.”
“You liar42!” said Helen to herself, thoroughly43 aware at last of the trap which had been laid for the man she loved.
There was no sign whatever in the women’s faces of the strength of the passions in their hearts.
Zarah smiled the gentle smile of propitiation as she played for the fierce love which had possessed44 her for so long, repressing the hate and jealousy45 which urged her to call the half-caste and bid him fling the girl down to the rocks beneath.
In the depths of Helen’s eyes lay the confident smile and the look of strength of those who can bear all, risk all, defy all, for love’s sake.
Fell a little pause as the sun ray crept along the floor, flooding the room with light, making a golden halo round Helen’s head.
“You do as I ask?” The question fell so gently in the quiet place.
Helen leant forward and looked straight into her enemy’s eyes as she answered slowly:
“No! I will not write that letter!”
Fell another silence, in which, whilst exercising the little control she was capable of, Zarah traced the embroidery46 upon the pillow and worked her cunning mind, and Helen sat still and silent, wondering what the answer to her refusal would be. Love made her brave, love made[133] her ready for sacrifice, but she shivered involuntarily as she remembered the tales she had heard of the Arabian’s cruelty, rage and treachery, both at school and after.
Perfectly47 healthy in mind and body, she shuddered48 at the thought of mental or physical pain for others, did everything in her power to alleviate49 it, made every effort to avert50 it from them. She felt intuitively that danger threatened the man she loved, and she longed to ask the Arabian the meaning of her mocking smile as she lazily traced the embroidery with a hennaed finger.
Zarah was trying to come to a decision.
She had methods which, though hardly civilized34, were extremely efficacious in bending the most obstreperous51 person to her way of thinking; she had also a fair knowledge of the Briton’s stubbornness and excessive altruism52.
For some unknown reason Helen had suddenly become afraid for Ralph Trenchard. Why? She did not love him, because she neither blushed nor cast down her eyes when she mentioned his name, nor did she wear his portrait, after the sickly manner of her race, about her person.
Zarah loved the Englishman with all the violent, uncontrolled passion of her parentage, but her hatred53 for the calm English girl was almost as deep and as violent as that love, and to it was added a seething54 desire for revenge—revenge for her looks, her breeding, her gentle ways, but, above all, for the intolerable camaraderie55 which evidently existed between her and the white man.
If only she had known any sign of love, then would the revenge have been easy and subtle and of a surpassing cruelty, but her interest in the man seemed to be that of a friend and no more.
In fact, she seemed only to be interested in her surroundings, in the distant view of the red desert rolling in great billows as far as eye could see, and the golden sunshine which filled the room with its light and warmth.[134] She watched Helen stretch slowly, shrug56 the over-warm coverlet from her shoulders and pull the cushions into a more comfortable position behind her shoulders; then, with the lightning quickness of a hawk57, she leant suddenly forward and wrenched58 at a locket which had slipped from the silken garment Helen wore.
She sat quite still, staring at the portrait she held of the man she loved, then she gave a little sigh of intense satisfaction and laughed gently as she looked across at Helen, who stared in amazement59 and stretched out her hand.
“What an extraordinary thing,” she said simply; “it must have got caught and been hidden all the time in the coverlet. I thought I had lost it that terrible night of fighting. Please give it me.”
Zarah twisted the broken chain round her finger and swung it to and fro. She laughed like the girl she ought to have been and playfully shook her head. She could afford to be charming and frank; in fact, to prepare the first step upon the road of revenge she would have to pretend to tease her old schoolmate, so as to allay60 her suspicions.
Yes! she could well afford to wait, for had she not the white man and the white girl in her power? Would she not be able to draw him into her net and put her in the dust at her feet through the little golden locket which swung on her finger?
“I will keep it for a little while, Helen R-r-aynor-r, my dear-r fr-r-ien’, jus’ for a souvenir of ze ol’ days. My dwelling61 is your-r-s. I am sorry you will not be able to get away jus’ yet”—she laughed gently so as to disguise the threat held in the words—“but I am ze mozer of my people an’ cannot leave zem, an’ it is not safe for-r a young an’ beautiful woman to be in ze deser-r-t alone wiz an Ar-r-ab. You will wait a little until I am fr-r-ee? You will bathe, you will join in ze spor-r-ts an’ watch my happy people at zeir wor-r-k in zeir homes?[135] I have many books. You will also r-r-ide wiz me or wiz an escort in ze deser-r-t. Yes?”
She laughed softly at the glint in Helen’s eyes, born of a suddenly conceived plan of escape.
“Someone will show you, perhaps, ze way out an’ ze way in of my deser-r-t home. Zat you cannot lear-r-n by your-r-self because it is sur-r-rounded wiz ze quicksands, in which lie dead ze hundr-r-eds of men an’ beasts.”
“Ah! tell me again, tell me about the quicksands which have, of course, kept the water hidden all this long time. Tell me all about it so that, when I get back to Bagdad, I can write to the papers and prove to the people, who laughed at Grandad, that his theory was correct.”
Helen spoke quickly, her fear momentarily allayed62 by the thought of being able to vindicate63 her grandfather. Almost deceived by the other’s friendliness64 into believing that she was solicitous65 for her welfare, she smiled across at Zarah.
Fully26 determined that the white girl should remain a life-long prisoner, either dead or alive, in the mountains, Zarah recounted the romantic history of the strange place, whilst Al-Asad sat lost in dreams and Namlah gently rubbed her foot, which had become afflicted66 with cramp67 caused by her squatting68 position behind the pots and pans.
Zarah spoke well, her melodious69, deep voice filling the room, the jewels sparkling on her hands as she moved them in graceful70, dramatic gesture. She recounted humorous incident, and laughed; tragic71, and drew her hand across her dry eyes; she was hypocrisy72 incarnate73 as she revelled74 in the cunningly thought-out revenge she had decided to take upon her prisoner.
“A wonder-r place, is it not, Helena? Unique in ze wor-r-ld. You do wr-r-ong in not sending ze invitation to our-r fr-r-ien’. I would zank him for-r saving me fr-r-om death in my schooldays. But if you will not, you will not, and as you will not, zen must I give you a[136] bodyguar-r-d to keep you safe until I take you back to him?”
“I don’t want a bodyguard75, Zarah. As long as I have your permission to run about all over the place....”
“But zat is it, ze place is ver-r-y big an’ full of danger-r-ous places.” Zarah had no intention of letting the girl make friends with any of her people, and rose as she spoke and crossed to the door. “I will ask Al-Asad to r-r-recommend someone to look after you, to chaper-r-ron you, as you say.”
Al-Asad got to his feet when his mistress called him.
“I have them in my hand,” she said, so quietly that Namlah strained her ears in vain. “We will descend76 and speak upon it, but I will not that she makes friends amongst my people; find thou, therefore, someone to be ever upon her heels.”
“Nay, woman, leave her free so that we find out the workings of her mind through her actions and through the tongues of those with whom she speaks. Warn her body-woman, even the ever-busy Namlah, that her life depends upon the life of the white woman and——”
Helen, who had been watching the magnificent couple, wondered what the sudden, heavy frown on Zarah’s face portended77, and instinctively78 moved back when she swept into the room.
“Where-r-re is your-r ser-r-vant?” she asked abruptly79. “Why is she not attending you? Wher-r-e does zis Namlah hide her-r-self, zat woman with a face like a gr-r-avel path?”
Helen smiled up at the Arabian and drew her hand across her hair, pushing it back as a sign to the pock-marked woman who stood, quaking with fear and with hands clasped in the doorway of the recess, to hide herself.
“She went down just as you came up. I wonder you didn’t pass her on the steps. I always like my linen80 washed at dawn, it smells so much the sweeter. She will be up in quite a little while to get my early cup of tea ready.”
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Helen lied quietly, quickly, bravely, to save the little servant, and sighed with relief when Zarah swept out on to the platform in great wrath81. “Namlah!” she called, the mountains echoing the sweetness of her voice. “Namlah! Namlah! ta al huna! ta al huna!” and turned back into the room when Namlah did not come.
“She hides somewhere, listening to our speech, the lynx-eyed, fox-eared daughter of pigs,” she stormed in Arabic, taking a step towards the recess. She was half-way across the room and Namlah half dead with terror, when Helen gave a piercing cry.
The lion-cub, roaming about as was its wont82 at dawn, had heard its mistress’s voice and, bounding up the steps, had hurled83 itself into the room and on to Helen’s divan. After her one cry of fear, she lay quite still, whilst the tawny84 beast, with lashing38 tail, sniffed85 at her neck, then with a low growl86 flung itself off the divan and hurled itself at Zarah’s feet.
“A strange place zis, Helena, wiz st-r-range customs an’ str-r-ange pets,” said Zarah casually87, holding out her hand at arm’s length, over which the lion-cub jumped.
“But is that lion safe?”
“So far-r-r, yes! When it is not, zen we kill it; zose zat do not obey do not live long her-r-e. I am sleepy. I will go down an’ you will dine wiz me to-night—yes? Au revoir! Zink of all I say an’ be wise, zat woman can wait.”
She walked slowly out of the room, taking no notice of Al-Asad.
He came to the doorway and looked in upon the beautiful white girl and frowned as he turned away.
“‘The butcher is not startled by the multiplicity of sheep.’” He quoted the proverb as he watched the woman who had no compassion88 for her victims, the woman he loved, descending89 the steps, then followed her, her willing slave, even to the bringing about of her heart’s desire.
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