The Palace of Julian arose the chief embellishment of a large square enclosure on the sea front southeast of the landmark1 at present called the Burnt Column, and, like other imperial properties of the kind, it was an aggregation2 of buildings irregular in form and style, and more or less ornate and imposing3. A garden stretched around it. The founder4, wanting private harborage for his galleys6 and swarm7 of lesser8 boats, dug a basin just inside the city wall, and flooded it with pure Marmoran water; then, for ingress and egress9 at his sovereign will, he slashed10 the wall, and of the breach11 made the Port of Julian. [Footnote: Only a shallow depression in the ground, faintly perpetuating12 the outlines of the harbor, now marks the site of this royal residence.]
Count Corti found the Palace well preserved in and out. He had not purposed hiding himself, yet it was desirable to keep his followers13 apart much as possible; and for that a situation more to his wish could scarcely have been chosen in the capital.
Issuing from the front door, a minute's walk through a section of the garden brought him to a stairway defended on both sides with massive balustrading. The flight ended in a spacious14 paved landing; whence, looking back and up, he could see two immense columnar pedestals surmounted15 by statues, while forward extended the basin, a sheet of water on which, white and light as a gull16, his galley5 rested. He had but to call the watchman on its deck, and a small boat would come to him in a trice. He congratulated himself upon the lodgement.
The portion of the Palace assigned him was in the south end; and, although he enlisted17 a number of skilful18 upholsterers, a week and more was industriously19 taken with interior arrangements for himself, and in providing for the comfort and well-being20 of his horses; for it is to be said in passing, he had caught enough of the spirit of the nomadic21 Turk to rate the courser which was to bear him possibly through foughten fields amongst the first in his affections. In this preparation, keeping the scheme to which his master had devoted22 him ever present, he required no teaching to point out the policy of giving his establishment an air of permanence as well as splendor23.
Occupied as he was, he had nevertheless snatched time to look in upon the Hippodrome, and walk once around the Bucoleon and Sancta Sophia. From a high pavilion overhanging his quarters, he had surveyed the stretches of city in the west and southwest, sensible of a lively desire to become intimately acquainted with the bizarre panorama24 of hills behind hills, so wonderfully house and church crowned.
To say truth, however, the Count was anxious to hear from the Sultan before beginning a career. The man who was to be sent to him might appear any hour, making it advisable to keep close home. He had a report of the journey to Italy, and of succeeding events, including his arrival at Constantinople, ready draughted, and was impatient to forward it. A word of approval from Mahommed would be to him like a new spirit given. He counted upon it as a cure for his melancholia.
Viewing the galley one day, he looked across the basin to where the guard of the Port was being changed, and was struck with the foreign air of the officer of the relief. This, it happened, was singularly pertinent25 to a problem which had been disturbing his active mind--how he could most safely keep in communication with Mahommed, or, more particularly, how the Sultan's messenger could come with the most freedom and go with the least hindrance26. A solution now presented itself. If the Emperor intrusted the guardianship27 of the gate to one foreigner, why not to another? In other words, why not have the duty committed to himself and his people? Not improbably the charge might be proposed to him; he would wait awhile, and see; if, however, he had to formally request it, could anything be more plausibly28 suggestive than the relation between the captaincy of that Port and residence in the Palace of Julian? The idea was too natural to be refused; if granted, he was master of the situation. It would be like holding the keys of the city. He could send out and admit as need demanded; and then, if flight became imperative29, behold30 a line of retreat! Here was his galley--yonder the way out.
While he pondered the matter, a servant brought him notice of an officer from Blacherne in waiting. Responding immediately, he found our ancient friend the Dean in the reception room, bringing the announcement that His Majesty31 the Emperor had appointed audience for him next day at noon; or, if the hour was not entirely32 convenient, would the Count be pleased to designate another? His Majesty was aware of the attention needful to a satisfactory settlement in strange quarters, and had not interrupted him earlier; for which he prayed pardon.
The Count accepted the time set; after which he conducted his visitor through his apartments, omitting none of them; from the kitchen he even carried him to the stable, whence he had the horses brought one by one. Hospitality and confidence could go no further, and he was amply rewarded. The important functionary33 was pleased with all he saw, and with nothing more than Corti himself. There could not be a doubt of the friendliness34 of the report he would take back to Blacherne. In short, the Count's training in a court dominated by suspicion to a greater degree even than the court in Constantinople was drawn35 upon most successfully. A glass of wine at parting redolent with the perfume of the richest Italian vintage fixed36 the new-comer's standing37 in the Dean's heart. If there had been the least insufficiency in the emblazoned certificate of the Holy Father, here was a swift witness in confirmation38.
The day was destined39 to be eventful to the Count. While he was entertaining the Dean, the men on the deck of the galley, unused to Byzantine customs, were startled by a cry, long, swelling40, then mournfully decadent41. Glancing in the direction from which it came, they saw a black boat sweeping42 through the water-way of the Port. A man of dubious43 complexion44, tall and lithe45, his scant46 garments originally white, now stiff with dirt of many hues47, a ragged48 red head-cloth illy confining his coarse black hair, stood in the bow shouting, and holding up a wooden tray covered with fish. The sentinel to whom he thus offered the stock shook his head, but allowed him to pass. At the galley's side there was an interchange of stares between the sailors and the fishermen--such the tenants50 of the black craft were--leaving it doubtful which side was most astonished. Straightway the fellow in the bow opened conversation, trying several tongues, till finally he essayed the Arabic.
"Who are you?"
"Sailors."
"Where from?"
"Tripoli."
"Children of the Prophet?"
"We believe in Allah and the Last Day, and observe prayer, and pay the appointed alms, and dread51 none but Allah; we are among the rightly guided." [Footnote: Koran, IX. 18.]
"Blessed be Allah! May his name be exalted52 here and everywhere!" the fisherman returned; adding immediately: "Whom serve you?"
"A Scherif from Italy."
"How is he called?"
"The Count."
"Where is he?"
"In the Palace yonder."
"A Christian with an Eastern tongue; and he knows the hours of prayer, and observes them."
"Does he reside here?"
"He is Lord of the Palace."
"When did he arrive?"
"Since the moon fulled."
"Does he want fish?"
The men on the ship laughed.
"Go ask him."
"That is his landing there?"
"Yes."
"All men who live down by the sea eat fish--when they can get them," the dealer54 said, solemnly. Turning then to his rowers, he bade them: "Forward to the landing."
There he stepped out, dextrously balanced the tray on his head, ascended55 the stairs, and in front of the great house went persistently56 from door to door until he came to that of the Count.
"Fish?" he asked the man who answered his knock.
"I will see."
The doorkeeper returned shortly, and said, "No."
"Are you a Moslem57?" the fisherman inquired.
"Yes. Blessed be Allah for the right understanding!"
"So am I. Now let me see the master. I want to furnish him with fish for the season."
"He is engaged."
"I will wait for him. Tell him my catch is this morning's--red mullets and choice cuts from a royal sword-fish that leaped ten feet in the air with the spear in his back."
Thereupon he deposited the tray, and took seat by it, much as to say, Time is of no consequence to me. Ere long the Count appeared with the Dean. He glanced at the tray, then at the fisherman--to the latter he gave a second look.
"What beautiful fish!" he said, to the Dean.
"Yes, yes--there are no fish pastures like those of our Bosphorus."
"How do you call this kind?"
"Mullets--red mullets. The old Romans used to fatten58 them in tanks."
"I thought I had seen their like on our Italian coasts. How do you prepare them for the table?"
"We fry them, Count, in olive oil--pure oil."
All this time Corti was studying the fisherman.
"What meal, pray, will fashion allow them to me dished?" he went on.
"For breakfast especially; though when you come to dine with His Majesty do not be surprised to see them early in course."
"Pardon the detention59, my Lord--I will make trial of these in the morning." Then to the fisherman the Count said, carelessly: "Keep thy place until I return."
Corti saw the Dean out of the eastern gate of the enclosure, and returned.
"What, still here!" he said, to the dealer. "Well, go with the doorkeeper to the kitchen. The cook will take what he needs for to-morrow." Speaking to the doorkeeper then: "Bring the man to me. I am fond of fishing, and should like to talk with him about his methods. Sometime he may be willing to take me with him."
By and by the monger was shown into the Count's room, where there was a table, with books and writing material--a corner room full lighted by windows in the south and east. When they were alone, the two gazed at each other.
"Ali, son of Abed-din!" said the Count. "Is it thou?"
"O Emir! All of me that is not fish is the Ali thou hast named."
"God is great!" the first exclaimed.
"Blessed be God!" the other answered.
They were acquaintances of long standing.
Then Ali took the red rag from his head, and from its folds produced a strip of fine parchment with writing on it impervious60 to water. "Behold, Emir! It is for thee."
The Count received the scrip and read:
"This is he I promised to send. He has money for thee. Thou mayst trust him. Tell me this time of thyself first; then of her; but always after of her first. My soul is scorching61 with impatience62."
There was no date to the screed63 nor was it signed; yet the Count put it to his forehead and lips. He knew the writing as he knew his own hand.
"O Ali!" he said, his eyes aglow64. "Hereafter thou shalt be Ali the Faithful, son of Abed-din the Faithful."
Ali replied with a rueful look: "It is well. What a time I have had waiting for you! Much I fear my bones will never void the damps blown into them by the winter winds, and I perched on the cross-sticks of a floating dallyan.... I have money for you, O Emir! and the keeping it has given me care more than enough to turn another man older than his mother. I will bring it to-morrow; after which I shall say twenty prayers to the Prophet--blessed be his name!--where now I say one."
"No, not to-morrow, Ali, but the day after when thou bringest me another supply of fish. There is danger in coming too often--and for that, thou must go now. Staying too long is dangerous as coming too often.... But tell me of our master. Is he indeed the Sultan of Sultans he promised to be? Is he well? Where is he? What is he doing?"
"Not so fast, O Emir, not so fast, I pray you! Better a double mouthful of stale porpoise66 fat, with a fin49 bone in it, than so many questions at once."
"Oh, but I have been so long in the slow-moving Christian world without news!"
"Verily, O Emir, Padishah Mahommed will be greatest of the Gabour eaters since Padishah Othman--that to your first. He is well. His bones have reached their utmost limit, but his soul keeps growing--that to your second. He holds himself at Adrianople. Men say he is building mosques67. I say he is building cannon68 to shoot bullets big as his father's tomb; when they are fired, the faithful at Medina will hear the noise, and think it thunder--that to your third. And as to his doing-- getting ready for war, meaning business for everybody, from the Shiek-ul-Islam to the thieving tax-farmers of Bagdad--to the Kislar-Jinn of Abad-on with them. He has the census69 finished, and now the Pachas go listing the able-bodied, of whom they have half a million, with as many more behind. They say the young master means to make a sandjak of unbelieving Europe."
"Enough, Ali!--the rest next time."
The Count went to the table, and from a secret drawer brought a package wrapped in leather, and sealed carefully.
"This for our Lord--exalted be his name! How wilt70 thou take it?"
Ali laughed.
"In my tray to the boat, but the fish are fresh, and there are flowers of worse odor in Cashmere. So, O Emir, for this once. Next time, and thereafter, I will have a hiding-place ready."
"Now, Ali, farewell. Thy name shall be sweet in our master's ears as a girl-song to the moon of Ramazan. I will see to it."
Ali took the package, and hid it in the bosom71 of his dirty shirt. When he passed out of the front door, it lay undistinguishable under the fish and fish meat; and he whispered to the Count in going: "I have an order from the Governor of the White Castle for my unsold stock. God is great!"
Corti, left alone, flung himself on a chair. He had word from Mahommed-- that upon which he counted so certainly as a charm in counteraction72 of the depression taking possession of his spirit. There it was in his hand, a declaration of confidence unheard of in an Oriental despot. Yet the effect was wanting. Even as he sat thinking the despondency deepened. He groped for the reason in vain. He strove for cheer in the big war of which Ali had spoken--in the roar of cannon, like thunder in Medina--in Europe a Sultanic sandjak. He could only smile at the exaggeration. In fact, his trouble was the one common to every fine nature in a false position. His business was to deceive and betray--whom? The degradation74 was casting its shadow before. Heaven help when the eclipse should be full!
For relief he read the screed again: "Tell me this time of thyself first; then of her." ... Ah, yes, the kinswoman of the Emperor! He must devise a way to her acquaintance, and speedily. And casting about for it, he became restless, and finally resolved to go out into the city. He sent for the chestnut75 Arab, and putting on the steel cap and golden spurs had from the Holy Father was soon in the saddle.
It was about three o'clock afternoon, with a wind tempered to mildness by a bright sun. The streets were thronged76, while the balconies and overhanging windows had their groups on the lookout77 for entertainment and gossip. As may be fancied the knightly79 rider and gallant80 barb81, followed by a dark-skinned, turbaned servant in Moorish82 costume, attracted attention. Neither master nor man appeared to give heed83 to the eager looks and sometimes over-loud questions with which they were pursued.
Turning northward84 presently, the Count caught sight of the dome85 of Sancta Sophia. It seemed to him a vast, upturned silver bowl glistening86 in the sky, and he drew rein87 involuntarily, wondering how it could be upheld; then he was taken with a wish to go in, and study the problem. Having heard from Mahommed, he was lord of his time, and here was noble diversion.
In front of the venerable edifice88, he gave his horse to the dark-faced servant, and entered the outer court unattended.
A company, mixed apparently89 of every variety of persons, soldiers, civilians90, monks91, and women, held the pavement in scattered92 groups; and while he halted a moment to survey the exterior93 of the building, cold and grimly plain from cornice to base, he became himself an object of remark to them. About the same time a train of monastics, bareheaded, and in long gray gowns, turned in from the street, chanting monotonously94, and in most intensely nasal tones. The Count, attracted by their pale faces, hollow eyes and unkept beards, waited for them to cross the court. Unkept their beards certainly were, but not white. This was the beginning of the observation he afterward95 despatched to Mahommed: Only the walls of Byzantium remain for her defence; the Church has absorbed her young men; the sword is discarded for the rosary. Nor could he help remarking that whereas the frati of Italy were fat, rubicund96, and jolly, these seemed in search of death through the severest penitential methods. His thought recurring97 to the house again, he remembered having heard how every hour of every day from five o'clock in the morning to midnight was filled with religious service of some kind in Sancta Sophia.
A few stone steps the full length of the court led up to five great doors of bronze standing wide open; and as the train took one of the latter and began to disappear, he chose another, and walked fast in order to witness the entry. Brought thus into the immense vestibule, he stopped, and at once forgot the gray brethren. Look where he might, at the walls, and now up to the ceiling, every inch of space wore the mellowed98 brightness of mosaic99 wrought100 in cubes of glass exquisitely101 graduated in color. What could he do but stand and gaze at the Christ in the act of judging the world? Such a cartoon had never entered his imagination. The train was gone when he awoke ready to proceed.
There were then nine doors also of bronze conducting from the vestibule. The central and larger one was nearest him. Pushed lightly, it swung open on noiseless hinges; a step or two, and he stood in the nave102 or auditorium103 of the Holy House.
The reader will doubtless remember how Duke Vlodomir, the grandson of Olga, the Russian, coming to Constantinople to receive a bride, entered Sancta Sophia the first time, and from being transfixed by what he saw and heard, fell down a convert to Christianity. Not unlike was the effect upon Corti. In a sense he, too, was an unbeliever semi-barbaric in education. Many were the hours he had spent with Mahommed while the latter, indulging his taste, built palaces and mosques on paper, striving for vastness and original splendor. But what was the Prince's utmost achievement in comparison with this interior? Had it been an ocean grotto104, another Caprian cave, bursting with all imaginable revelations of light and color, he could not have been more deeply impressed. Without architectural knowledge; acquainted with few of the devices employed in edificial construction, and still less with the mysterious power of combination peculiar105 to genius groping for effects in form, dimensions, and arrangement of stone on stone with beautiful and sublime106 intent; yet he had a soul to be intensely moved by such effects when actually set before his eyes. He walked forward slowly four or five steps from the door, looking with excited vision--not at details or to detect the composition of any of the world of objects constituting the view, or with a thought of height, breadth, depth, or value--the marbles of the floor rich in multiformity and hues, and reflective as motionless water, the historic pillars, the varied107 arches, the extending galleries, the cornices, friezes108, balustrades, crosses of gold, mosaics109, the windows and interlacing rays of light, brilliance110 here, shadows yonder--the apse in the east, and the altar built up in it starry111 with burning candles and glittering with prismatic gleams shot from precious stones and metals in every conceivable form of grace--lamps, cups, vases, candlesticks, cloths, banners, crucifixes, canopies112, chairs, Madonnas, Child Christs and Christs Crucified--and over all, over lesser domes113, over arches apparently swinging in the air, broad, high, near yet far away, the dome of Sancta Sophia, defiant114 of imitation, like unto itself alone, a younger sky within the elder--these, while he took those few steps, merged115 and ran together in a unity116 which set his senses to reeling, and made question and thought alike impossible.
How long the Count stood thus lost to himself in the glory and greatness of the place, he never knew. The awakening117 was brought about by a strain of choral music, which, pouring from the vicinity of the altar somewhere, flooded the nave, vast as it was, from floor to dome. No voice more fitting could be imagined; and it seemed addressing itself to him especially. He trembled, and began to think.
First there came to him a comparison in which the Kaaba was a relative. He recalled the day he fell dying at the corner under the Black Stone. He saw the draped heap funereally118 dismal119 in the midst of the cloisters120. How bare and poor it seemed to him now! He remembered the visages and howling of the demoniac wretches121 struggling to kiss the stone, though with his own kiss he had just planted it with death. How different the worship here! ... This, he thought next, was his mother's religion. And what more natural than that he should see that mother descending122 to the chapel123 in her widow's weeds to pray for him? Tears filled his eyes. His heart arose chokingly in his throat. Why should not her religion be his? It was the first time he had put the question to himself directly; and he went further with it. What though Allah of the Islamite and Jehovah of the Hebrew were the same?--What though the Koran and the Bible proceeded from the same inspiration?--What though Mahomet and Christ were alike Sons of God? There were differences in the worship, differences in the personality of the worshippers. Why, except to allow every man a choice according to his ideas of the proper and best in form and companionship? And the spirit swelled124 within him as he asked, Who are my brethren? They who stole me from my father's house, who slew125 my father, who robbed my mother of the lights of life, and left her to the darkness of mourning and the bitterness of ungratified hope--were not they the brethren of my brethren?
At that moment an old man appeared before the altar with assistants in rich canonicals. One placed on the elder's head what seemed a crown all a mass of flaming jewels; another laid upon him a cloak of cloth of gold; a third slipped a ring over one of his fingers; whereupon the venerable celebrant drew nearer the altar, and, after a prayer, took up a chalice126 and raised it as if in honor to an image of Christ on a cross in the agonies of crucifixion. Then suddenly the choir127 poured its triumphal thunder abroad until the floor, and galleries, and pendant lamps seemed to vibrate. The assistants and worshippers sank upon their knees, and ere he was aware the Count was in the same attitude of devotion.
The posture128 consisted perfectly129 with policy, his mission considered. Soon or late he would have to adopt every form and observance of Christian worship. In this performance, however, there was no premeditation, no calculation. In his exaltation of soul he fancied he heard a voice passing with the tempestuous130 jubilation131 of the singers: "On thy knees, O apostate132! On thy knees! God is here!"
But his was a combative133 nature; and coming to himself, and not understanding clearly the cause of his prostration134, he presently arose. Of the worshippers in sight, he alone was then standing, and the sonorous135 music ringing on, he was beginning to doubt the propriety136 of his action, when a number of women, unobserved before, issued from a shaded corner at the right of the apse, fell into processional order, and advanced slowly toward him.
One moved by herself in front. A reflection of her form upon the polished floor lent uncertainty137 to her stature138, and gave her an appearance of walking on water. Those following were plainly her attendants. They were all veiled; while a white mantle139 fell from her left shoulder, its ends lost in the folds of the train of her gown, leaving the head, face, and neck bare. Her manner, noticeable in the distance even, was dignified140 without hauteur141, simple, serious, free of affectation. She was not thinking of herself.... Nearer--he heard no foot-fall. Now and then she glided142 through slanting143 rays of soft, white light cast from upper windows, and they seemed to derive144 ethereality from her.... Nearer--and he could see the marvellous pose of the head, and the action of the figure, never incarnation more graceful146.... Yet nearer--he beheld147 her face, in complexion a child's, in expression a woman's. The eyes were downcast, the lips moved. She might have been the theme of the music sweeping around her in acclamatory waves, drowning the part she was carrying in suppressed murmur148. He gazed steadfastly149 at the countenance150. The light upon the forehead was an increasing radiance, like a star's refined by passage through the atmospheres of infinite space. A man insensitive to beauty in woman never was, never will be. Vows151 cannot alter nature; neither can monkish152 garbs153 nor years; and it is knowledge of this which makes every woman willing to last sacrifices for the gift; it is power to her, vulgarizing accessories like wealth, coronets and thrones. With this confession154 in mind, words are not needed to inform the reader of the thrills which assailed155 the Count while the marvel145 approached.
The service was over as to her, and she was evidently seeking to retire by the main door; but as he stood in front of it, she came within two or three steps before noticing him. Then she stopped suddenly, astonished by the figure in shining armor. A flush overspread her face; smiling at her alarm, she spoke73: "I pray pardon, Sir Knight78, for disturbing thy devotions."
"And I, fair lady, am grateful to Heaven that it placed me in thy way to the door unintentionally."
He stepped aside, and she passed on and out.
The interior of the church, but a minute before so overwhelmingly magnificent and impressive, became commonplace and dull. The singing rolled on unheard. His eyes fixed on the door through which she went; his sensations were as if awakening from a dream in which he had seen a heavenly visitant, and been permitted to speak to it.
The spell ceased with the music; then, with swift returning sense, he remembered Mahommed's saying: "Thou wilt know her at sight."
And he knew her--the Her of the screed brought only that day by Ali.
Nor less distinctly did he recall every incident of the parting with Mahommed, every word, every injunction--the return of the ruby156 ring, even then doubtless upon the imperious master's third finger, a subject of hourly study--the further speech, "They say whoever looketh at her is thenceforward her lover"--and the final charge, with its particulars, concluding: "Forget not that in Constantinople, when I come, I am to receive her from thy hand peerless in all things as I left her."
His shoes of steel were strangely heavy when he regained157 his horse at the edge of the court. For the first time in years, he climbed into the saddle using the stirrup like a man reft of youth. He would love the woman--he could not help it. Did not every man love her at sight?
The idea colored everything as he rode slowly back to his quarters.
Dismounting at the door, it plied65 him with the repetition, Every man loves her at sight.
He thought of training himself to hate her, but none the less through the hours of the night he heard the refrain, Every man loves her at sight.
In a clearer condition, his very inability to shut her out of mind, despite his thousand efforts of will, would have taught him that another judgment158 was upon him.
HE LOVED HER.
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