Before the entrance was drawn up a company of warriors6 of the Tribe of Agot, who solemnly saluted7 the new arrival and pressed backward that he might pass within.
The priest paused to note their splendid dress and brightly polished weapons, eyeing them with the simplicity9 of a child viewing his first pageant10. His countenance11 was strangely sweet and guileless, although not lacking in dignity, and his white garb12 was of spotless purity. But above his breast—the focus of every eye of the true believer—hung suspended a jewelled star that proclaimed him the Grand Mufti of the Sunnite faith. No wonder the awed14 warriors pressed backward before the great Salaman, who had come all the way from his retreat at Takkatu to visit their khan.
Passing through the courtyard and up the marble stairway the venerable priest stopped often to mark the luxurious15 furnishings of the palace. The building itself was scarcely equal to his own monastery16, but the splendor17 of its fittings was in strong contrast with the simplicity to which he was accustomed. The slave Memendama preceded him, pausing at every turn to salam before his master’s guest.
The ante-rooms were filled with sirdars and captains of the tribes, all resplendent in attire18, as befitted the courtiers of a great khan. Within one alcove19 sat Agahr the Vizier, in deep converse20 with a group of greybeards who were evidently officers of rank. These also rose to bow before the priest, and Salaman stopped to read the vizier’s countenance with curious intentness. When he had passed Agahr looked after him with a troubled face, and the others, exchanging significant glances, left him and walked away.
At last Memendama stopped beside a portiere which he drew aside to allow the priest to enter. It was the private apartment of the khan.
Salaman, stepping within the small room, gave a shrewd glance around and allowed the semblance21 of a smile to flit across his grave features. The place was well lighted with high windows, although the afternoon already waned22, but the walls and floor were bare and the furniture almost severe in character. Beside a wooden bench knelt the Khan, his head resting upon his outstretched arms and his body without motion.
The priest’s glance was almost tender as he softly crossed the chamber23 and seated himself within the embrasure of a window. The silence remained unbroken.
After a time the Khan moved and raised his head, fixing his eyes upon the white-robed priest. There was no start of surprise in his gaze. Very gently he arose, knelt again before Salaman and kissed with humility24 the hem8 of the priestly robe.
“You are here, my father,” he said, “and I am grateful.”
The priest laid his hand upon the bowed head.
“All is well, my son,” he answered. “Allah and the Prophet have given you guidance, and your days are righteous.” He paused a moment and then added: “We are pleased with Ahmed Khan.”
Again there followed a period of prolonged silence.
Then the young man asked:
“You know of my troubles, father?”
“Yes, dear Hafiz. The American girl is here in Mekran.”
“Is it not strange that she has come from across the world to the one place where I have found refuge?”
“The ways of Allah are good ways,” responded the priest, “and He holds the strands25 of fate in relentless26 hands. Your life is just beginning, my Hafiz.”
An eager look sprang to the young man’s eyes. He searched the calm countenance of Salaman as if he feared it might belie13 the speaker’s words.
“Do you bid me hope, my master?” he asked, in trembling tones.
A change came over the priest’s face. His eyes seemed masked with a delicate film that gave them far-seeing power. The lines of the aged features grew tense and hard, as if deprived of all nervous volition27. His head fell slowly forward until the white beard swept to his knees and lay upon them like a drift of snow.
Hafiz drew back, clasping his knees with his hands and looking up at the entranced mufti with expectant gaze.
“The deeds of men bear fruit,” said the voice of the priest, sounding cold and unreal in the intense stillness, “and the sun of Allah’s will ripens28 it all together and brings it from many parts to be heaped within one measure. The harvest is near, my son. Events will crowd one another like waves lapping the pool’s edge, and from the midst of strife29 and bloodshed I see you rising calm and serene30, with the mark of our gracious Prophet upon your brow.... The Voice of Allah whispers in my ears ... and all is well!”
Silence followed, and neither moved. A shadow crept over the windows, slowly dimming the light. An hour passed, and another. The room was dark now, and scarcely could the Khan discern the form of the priest seated before him. Blackness fell, and the stillness of death remained. From a neighboring minaret31 the hours chimed sweetly but all unheeded.
Then came a gleam of silver, striking aslant32 the priest’s face and crossing the room like a solid bar, its end melting against the further wall. The bar grew and spread as the moon rose higher, and soon the entire room was flooded with a mellow33 light that rendered every object distinctly visible.
As if the radiance brought life in its dancing beams the aged mufti breathed again and moved slightly in his seat. Hafiz, alert to mark the change, softly arose and went to an alcove, returning with a tray upon which was arranged a simple repast. This he placed upon a tabaret beside Salaman and then brought a bowl of water and a towel, bathing the hands and face of his master with a touch as tender as that of a woman. The priest’s expression was normal now, but very thoughtful. He ate sparingly of the food, and afterward34 the Khan also tasted the dish.
Then Hafiz, having carried away the tray, lighted a small lamp, green shaded, and both men approached the table and sat beside it.
“May I ask of Ahmed, my father?”
“He is now of the Imaum, well favored of the Prophet, his comrade, and happy in pursuit of a divine solution of the mysteries.”
The priest nodded. Hafiz, after a hesitating look into the other’s face continued:
“I have placed a woman in my harem, father.”
“All is known to me, my son,” came the calm reply. “But I must speak with you concerning the Vision with which Allah has just favored me. Your vizier is not a true man, dear Hafiz.”
“I have feared as much, my father, though striving to win him to me by many favors.”
“He plots for your destruction, urged to treachery by a maiden37 very beautiful to mortal eyes, but equally repulsive38 to the all-wise Allah.”
“I have seen a man riding from Agahr the vizier to the camp of Kasam. Listen well, my son, for the Vision was given me that you might have knowledge.”
In low tones Salaman now described the scenes he had witnessed in his trance, and the Khan attended gravely to each word of the recital40, frowning at times, then smiling, and at the last giving a shudder41 of horror as the catastrophy was unfolded.
Afterward he sat long in deep thought,{223} exclaiming at last, with a sigh of regret:
“These are evil days, my father!”
But the priest’s face shone calm and bright.
“No man knows content,” he answered, “who has never faced despair. The blessed Allah gives us night that we may welcome the dawn.”
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