At a quarter before four on the morning of the Feast of Sidi Oman, Willard Bent1 stood waiting at the door of the Mission.
He had taken leave of Mr. Blandhorn the previous night, and stumbled down the dark stairs on bare feet, his bundle under his arm, just as the sky began to whiten around the morning star.
The air was full of a mocking coolness which the first ray of the sun would burn up; and a hush2 as deceptive3 lay on the city that was so soon to blaze with religious frenzy4. Ayoub lay curled up on his doorstep like a dog, and old Myriem, presumably, was still stretched on her mattress5 on the roof.
What a day for a flight across the desert in Harry6’s tough little car! And after the hours of heat and dust and glare, how good, at twilight7, to see the cool welter of the Atlantic, a spent sun dropping into it, and the rush of the stars . . . Dizzy with the vision, Willard leaned against the door-post with closed eyes.
A subdued8 hoot9 aroused him, and he hurried out to the car, which was quivering and growling10 at the nearest corner. The drummer nodded a welcome, and they began to wind cautiously between sleeping animals and huddled11 heaps of humanity till they reached the nearest gate.
On the waste land beyond the walls the people of the caravans12 were already stirring, and pilgrims from the hills streaming across the palmetto scrub under emblazoned banners. As the sun rose the air took on a bright transparency in which distant objects became unnaturally13 near and vivid, like pebbles14 seen through clear water: a little turban-shaped tomb far off in the waste looked as lustrous15 as ivory, and a tiled minaret16 in an angle of the walls seemed to be carved out of turquoise17. How Eloued lied to eyes looking back on it at sunrise!
“Something wrong,” said Harry Spink, putting on the brake and stopping in the thin shade of a cork-tree. They got out and Willard leaned against the tree and gazed at the red walls of Eloued. They were already about two miles from the town, and all around them was the wilderness18. Spink shoved his head into the bonnet19, screwed and greased and hammered, and finally wiped his hands on a black rag and called out: “I thought so — . Jump in!”
Willard did not move.
“Hurry up, old man. She’s all right, I tell you. It was just the carburettor.”
The missionary21 fumbled22 under his draperies and pulled out Mr. Blandhorn’s letter.
“Will you see that the Consul23 gets this tomorrow?”
“Will I— what the hell’s the matter, Willard?” Spink dropped his rag and stared.
“I’m not coming. I never meant to.”
The young men exchanged a long look.
“It’s no time to leave Mr. Blandhorn — a day like this,” Willard continued, moistening his dry lips.
Spink shrugged24, and sounded a faint whistle. “Queer —!”
“What’s queer?”
“He said just the same thing to me about you — wanted to get you out of Eloued on account of the goings on today. He said you’d been rather worked up lately about religious matters, and might do something rash that would get you both into trouble.”
“Ah — ” Willard murmured.
“And I believe you might, you know — you look sorter funny.” Willard laughed.
“Oh, come along,” his friend urged, disappointed.
“I’m sorry — I can’t. I had to come this far so that he wouldn’t know. But now I’ve got to go back. Of course what he told you was just a joke — but I must be there today to see that nobody bothers him.”
Spink scanned his companion’s face with friendly flippant eyes. “Well, I give up — . What’s the use, when he don’t want you? — Say,” he broke off, “what’s the truth of that story about the old man’s having insulted a marabout in a mosque26 night before last? It was all over the bazaar27 — ”
Willard felt himself turn pale. “Not a marabout. It was — where did you hear it?” he stammered28.
“All over — the way you hear stories in these places.”
“Well — it’s not true.” Willard lifted his bundle from the motor and tucked it under his arm. “I’m sorry, Harry — I’ve got to go back,” he repeated.
“What? The Call, eh?” The sneer29 died on Spink’s lips, and he held out his hand. “Well, I’m sorry too. So long.” He turned the crank, scrambled30 into his seat, and cried back over his shoulder: “What’s the use, when he don’t want you?”
Willard was already labouring home across the plain.
After struggling along for half an hour in the sand he crawled under the shade of an abandoned well and sat down to ponder. Two courses were open to him, and he had not yet been able to decide between them. His first impulse was to go straight to the Mission, and present himself to Mr. Bland-horn. He felt sure, from what Spink had told him, that the old missionary had sent him away purposely, and the fact seemed to confirm his apprehensions31. If Mr. Bland-horn wanted him away, it was not through any fear of his imprudence, but to be free from his restraining influence. But what act did the old man contemplate32, in which he feared to involve his disciple33? And if he were really resolved on some rash measure, might not Willard’s unauthorized return merely serve to exasperate34 this resolve, and hasten whatever action he had planned?
The other step the young man had in mind was to go secretly to the French Administration, and there drop a hint of what he feared. It was the course his sober judgment35 commended. The echo of Spink’s “What’s the use?” was in his ears: it was the expression of his own secret doubt. What was the use? If dying could bring any of these darkened souls to the light . . . well, that would have been different. But what least sign was there that it would do anything but rouse their sleeping blood-lust?
Willard was oppressed by the thought that had always lurked36 beneath his other doubts. They talked, he and Mr. Blandhorn, of the poor ignorant heathen — but were not they themselves equally ignorant in everything that concerned the heathen? What did they know of these people, of their antecedents, the origin of their beliefs and superstitions37, the meaning of their habits and passions and precautions? Mr. Blandhorn seemed never to have been troubled by this question, but it had weighed on Willard ever since he had come across a quiet French ethnologist who was studying the tribes of the Middle Atlas38. Two or three talks with this traveller — or listenings to him — had shown Willard the extent of his own ignorance. He would have liked to borrow books, to read, to study; but he knew little French and no German, and he felt confusedly that there was in him no soil sufficiently39 prepared for facts so overwhelmingly new to root in it . . . And the heat lay on him, and the little semblance40 of his missionary duties deluded41 him . . . and he drifted . . .
As for Mr. Blandhorn, he never read anything but the Scriptures42, a volume of his own sermons (printed by subscription43, to commemorate44 his departure for Morocco), and — occasionally — a back number of the missionary journal that arrived at Eloued at long intervals45, in thick mouldy batches46, Consequently no doubts disturbed him, and Willard felt the hopelessness of grappling with an ignorance so much deeper and denser47 than his own. Whichever way his mind turned, it seemed to bring up against the blank wall of Harry Spink’s; “What’s the use?”
He slipped through the crowds in the congested gateway48, and made straight for the Mission. He had decided49 to go to the French Administration, but he wanted first to find out from the servants what Mr. Blandhorn was doing, and what his state of mind appeared to be.
The Mission door was locked, but Willard was not surprised; he knew the precaution was sometimes taken on feast days, though seldom so early. He rang, and waited impatiently for Myriem’s old face in the crack; but no one came, and below his breath he cursed her with expurgated curses.
“Ayoub — Ayoub!” he cried, rattling50 at the door; but still no answer. Ayoub, apparently51, was off too. Willard rang the bell again, giving the three long pulls of the “emergency call”; it was the summons which always roused Mr. Blandhorn. But no one came.
Willard shook and pounded, and hung on the bell till it tinkled52 its life out in a squeak53 . . . but all in vain. The house was empty: Mr. Blandhorn was evidently out with the others.
Disconcerted, the young man turned, and plunged54 into the red clay purlieus behind the Mission. He entered a mud-hut where an emaciated55 dog, dozing56 on the threshold, lifted a recognizing lid, and let him by. It was the house of Ahmed’s father, the water-carrier, and Willard knew it would be empty at that hour.
A few minutes later there emerged into the crowded streets a young American dressed in a black coat of vaguely57 clerical cut, with a soft felt hat shading his flushed cheek-bones, and a bead58 running up and down his nervous throat.
The bazaar was already full of a deep holiday rumour59, like the rattle60 of wind in the palm-tops. The young man in the clerical coat, sharply examined as he passed by hundreds of long Arab eyes, slipped into the lanes behind the soukhs, and by circuitous61 passages gained the neighbourhood of the Great Mosque. His heart was hammering against his black coat, and under the buzz in his brain there boomed out insistently62 the old question: “What’s the use?”
Suddenly, near the fountain that faced one of the doors of the Great Mosque, he saw the figure of a man dressed like himself. The eyes of the two men met across the crowd, and Willard pushed his way to Mr. Blandhorn’s side.
“Sir, why did you — why are you —? I’m back — I couldn’t help it,” he gasped64 out disconnectedly.
He had expected a vehement65 rebuke66; but the old missionary only smiled on him sadly. “It was noble of you, Willard . . . I understand . . . ” He looked at the young man’s coat. “We had the same thought — again — at the same hour.” He paused, and drew Willard into the empty passage of a ruined building behind the fountain. “But what’s the use, — what’s the use?” he exclaimed.
The blood rushed to the young man’s forehead. “Ah — then you feel it too?”
Mr. Blandhorn continued, grasping his arm: “I’ve been out — in this dress — ever since you left; I’ve hung about the doors of the Medersas, I’ve walked up to the very threshold of the Mosque, I’ve leaned against the wall of Sidi Oman’s shrine67; once the police warned me, and I pretended to go away . . . but I came back . . . I pushed up closer . . . I stood in the doorway68 of the Mosque, and they saw me . . . the people inside saw me . . . and no one touched me . . . I’m too harmless . . . they don’t believe in me!”
He broke off, and under his struggling eyebrows69 Willard saw the tears on his old lids.
The young man gathered courage. “But don’t you see, sir, that that’s the reason it’s no use? We don’t understand them any more than they do us; they know it, and all our witnessing for Christ will make no difference.”
Mr. Blandhorn looked at him sternly. “Young man, no Christian70 has the right to say that.”
Willard ignored the rebuke. “Come home, sir, come home . . . it’s no use . . . ”
“It was because I foresaw you would take this view that I sent you to Mogador. Since I was right,” exclaimed Mr. Blandhorn, facing round on him fiercely, “how is it you have disobeyed me and come back?”
Willard was looking at him with new eyes. All his majesty71 seemed to have fallen from him with his Arab draperies. How short and heavy and weak he looked in his scant72 European clothes! The coat, tightly strained across the stomach, hung above it in loose wrinkles, and the ill-fitting trousers revealed their wearer’s impressive legs as slightly bowed at the knees. This diminution73 in his physical prestige was strangely moving to his disciple. What was there left, with that gone —?
“Oh, do come home, sir,” the young man groaned74. “Of course they don’t care what we do — of course — ”
“Ah — ” cried Mr. Blandhorn, suddenly dashing past him into the open.
The rumour of the crowd had become a sort of roaring chant. Over the thousands of bobbing heads that packed every cranny of the streets leading to the space before the Mosque there ran the mysterious sense of something new, invisible, but already imminent75. Then, with the strange Oriental elasticity76, the immense throng77 divided, and a new throng poured through it, headed by riders ritually draped, and overhung with banners which seemed to be lifted and floated aloft on the shouts of innumerable throats. It was the Pasha of Eloued coming to pray at the tomb of Sidi Oman.
Into this mass Mr. Blandhorn plunged and disappeared, while Willard Bent, for an endless minute, hung back in the shelter of the passage, the old “What’s the use?” in his ears.
A hand touched his sleeve, and a cracked voice echoed the words.
“What’s the use, master?” It was old Myriem, clutching him with scared face and pulling out a limp djellabah from under her holiday shawl.
“I saw you . . . Ahmed’s father told me . . . ” (How everything was known in the bazaars78!) “Here, put this on quick, and slip away. They won’t trouble you . . . ”
“Oh, but they will — they shall!” roared Willard, in a voice unknown to his own ears, as he flung off the old woman’s hand and, trampling79 on the djellabah in his flight, dashed into the crowd at the spot where it had swallowed up his master.
They would — they should! No more doubting and weighing and conjecturing80! The sight of the weak unwieldy old man, so ignorant, so defenceless and so convinced, disappearing alone into that red furnace of fanaticism81, swept from the disciple’s mind every thought but the single passion of devotion.
That he lay down his life for his friend — If he couldn’t bring himself to believe in any other reason for what he was doing, that one seemed suddenly to be enough . . .
The crowd let him through, still apparently indifferent to his advance. Closer, closer he pushed to the doors of the Mosque, struggling and elbowing through a mass of people so densely82 jammed that the heat of their breathing was in his face, the rank taste of their bodies on his parched83 lips — closer, closer, till a last effort of his own thin body, which seemed a mere20 cage of ribs84 with a wild heart dashing against it, brought him to the doorway of the Mosque, where Mr. Blandhorn, his head thrown back, his arms crossed on his chest, stood steadily85 facing the heathen multitude.
As Willard reached his side their glances met, and the old man, glaring out under prophetic brows, whispered without moving his lips: “Now — now!”
Willard took it as a signal to follow, he knew not where or why: at that moment he had no wish to know.
Mr. Blandhorn, without waiting for an answer, had turned, and, doubling on himself, sprung into the great court of the Mosque. Willard breathlessly followed, the glitter of tiles and the blinding sparkle of fountains in his dazzled eyes . . .
The court was almost empty, the few who had been praying having shortened their devotions and joined the Pasha’s train, which was skirting the outer walls of the Mosque to reach the shrine of Sidi Oman. Willard was conscious of a moment of detached reconnoitring: once or twice, from the roof of a deserted86 college to which the government architect had taken him, he had looked down furtively87 on the forbidden scene, and his sense of direction told him that the black figure speeding across the blazing mirror of wet tiles was making for the hall where the Koran was expounded88 to students.
Even now, as he followed, through the impending89 sense of something dangerous and tremendous he had the feeling that after all perhaps no one would bother them, that all the effort of will pumped up by his storming heart to his lucid90 brain might conceivably end in some pitiful anti-climax in the French Administration offices.
“They’ll treat us like whipped puppies — ”
But Mr. Blandhorn had reached the school, had disappeared under its shadowy arcade91, and emerged again into the blaze of sunlight, clutching a great parchment Koran.
“Ah,” thought Willard, “now —!”
He found himself standing92 at the missionary’s side, so close that they must have made one black blot93 against the white-hot quiver of tiles. Mr. Blandhorn lifted up the Book and spoke94.
“The God whom ye ignorantly worship, Him declare I unto you,” he cried in halting Arabic.
A deep murmur25 came from the turbaned figures gathered under the arcade of the Mosque. Swarthy faces lowered, eyes gleamed like agate95, teeth blazed under snarling96 lips; but the group stood motionless, holding back, visibly restrained by the menace of the long arm of the Administration.
“Him declare I unto you — Christ crucified!” cried Mr. Blandhorn.
An old man, detaching himself from the group, advanced across the tiles and laid his hand on the missionary’s arm. Willard recognized the Cadi of the Mosque.
“You must restore the Book,” the Cadi said gravely to Mr. Blandhorn, “and leave this court immediately; if not — ”
He held out his hand to take the Koran. Mr. Blandhorn, in a flash, dodged97 the restraining arm, and, with a strange new elasticity of his cumbrous body, rolling and bouncing across the court between the dazed spectators, gained the gateway opening on the market-place behind the Mosque. The centre of the great dusty space was at the moment almost deserted. Mr. Blandhorn sprang forward, the Koran clutched to him, Willard panting at his heels, and the turbaned crowd after them, menacing but still visibly restrained.
In the middle of the square Mr. Bland-horn halted, faced about and lifted the Koran high above his head. Willard, rigid98 at his side, was obliquely99 conscious of the gesture, and at the same time aware that the free space about them was rapidly diminishing under the mounting tide of people swarming100 in from every quarter. The faces closest were no longer the gravely wrathful countenances101 of the Mosque, but lean fanatical masks of pilgrims, beggars, wandering “saints” and miracle-makers, and dark tribesmen of the hills careless of their creed102 but hot to join in the halloo against the hated stranger. Far off in the throng, bobbing like a float on the fierce sea of turbans, Willard saw the round brown face of a native officer frantically103 fighting his way through. Now and then the face bobbed nearer, and now and then a tug104 of the tide rolled it back.
Willard felt Mr. Blandhorn’s touch on his arm.
“You’re with me —?”
“Yes — ”
The old man’s voice sank and broke. “Say a word to . . . strengthen me . . . I can’t find any . . . Willard,” he whispered.
Willard’s brain was a blank. But against the blank a phrase suddenly flashed out in letters of fire, and he turned and spoke it to his master. “Say among the heathen that the Lord reigneth.”
“Ah —— .” Mr. Blandhorn, with a gasp63, drew himself to his full height and hurled105 the Koran down at his feet in the dung-strown dust.
“Him, Him declare I unto you — Christ crucified!” he thundered: and to Willard, in a fierce aside: “Now spit!”
Dazed a moment, the young man stood uncertain; then he saw the old missionary draw back a step, bend forward, and deliberately106 spit upon the sacred pages.
“This . . . is abominable107 . . . ” the disciple thought; and, sucking up the last drop of saliva108 from his dry throat, he also bent and spat109.
“Now trample110 — trample!” commanded Mr. Blandhorn, his arms stretched out, towering black and immense, as if crucified against the flaming sky; and his foot came down on the polluted Book.
Willard, seized with the communicative frenzy, fell on his knees, tearing at the pages, and scattering111 them about him, smirched and defiled112 in the dust.
“Spit — spit! Trample — trample! . . . Christ! I see the heavens opened!” shrieked113 the old missionary, covering his eyes with his hands. But what he said next was lost to his disciple in the rising roar of the mob which had closed in on them. Far off, Willard caught a glimpse of the native officer’s bobbing head, and then of Lieutenant114 Lourdenay’s scared face. But a moment later he had veiled his own face from the sight of the struggle at his side. Mr. Blandhorn had fallen on his knees, and Willard heard him cry out once: “Sadie — Sadie!” It was Mrs. Blandhorn’s name.
Then the young man was himself borne down, and darkness descended115 on him. Through it he felt the sting of separate pangs116 indescribable, melting at last into a general mist of pain. He remembered Stephen, and thought: “Now they’re stoning me — ” and tried to struggle up and reach out to Mr. Blandhorn . . .
But the market-place seemed suddenly empty, as though the throng of their assailants had been demons117 of the desert, the thin spirits of evil that dance on the noonday heat. Now the dusk seemed to have dispersed118 them, and Willard looked up and saw a quiet star above a wall, and heard the cry of the muezzin dropping down from a near-by minaret: “Allah — Allah — only Allah is great!”
Willard closed his eyes, and in his great weakness felt the tears run down between his lids. A hand wiped them away, and he looked again, and saw the face of Harry Spink stooping over him.
He supposed it was a dream-Spink, and smiled a little, and the dream smiled back.
“Where am I?” Willard wondered to himself; and the dream-Spink answered: “In the hospital, you infernal fool. I got back too late — ”
“You came back —?”
“Of course. Lucky I did — I I saw this morning you were off your base.”
Willard, for a long time, lay still. Impressions reached him slowly, and he had to deal with them one by one, like a puzzled child.
At length he said: “Mr. Blandhorn —?” Spink bent his head, and his voice was grave in the twilight.
“They did for him in no time; I guess his heart was weak. I don’t think he suffered. Anyhow, if he did he wasn’t sorry; I know, because I saw his face before they buried him . . . Now you lie still, and I’ll get you out of this tomorrow,” he commanded, waving a fly-cloth above Willard’s sunken head.
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