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<p class="title1">KHALED: A TALE OF ARABIA</p>
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<h1><big>KHALED</big><br/> A Tale of Arabia</h1>
<p class="author"><span class="smcap">By</span> F. MARION CRAWFORD</p>
<p class="pub center"><i><b>London</b></i><br/>
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<span class="allcaps">NEW YORK: THE MACMILLAN COMPANY</span><br/>
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1891<br/>
<span class="allcaps">BY</span><br/>
F. MARION CRAWFORD</p>
<p class="tall center"><i>First Edition (2 Vols. Globe 8vo) May 1891. Second
Edition (1 Vol. Crown 8vo) November 1891, 1892
Re-issue 1901</i></p>
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<h3>TABLE OF CONTENTS</h3>
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<tr><td align="left"> </td><td align="right"><span class="allcaps">PAGE</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_I">CHAPTER I</SPAN></td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#Page_1">1</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_II">CHAPTER II</SPAN></td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#Page_22">22</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_III">CHAPTER III</SPAN></td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#Page_43">43</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_IV">CHAPTER IV</SPAN></td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#Page_64">64</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_V">CHAPTER V</SPAN></td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#Page_86">86</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_VI">CHAPTER VI</SPAN></td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#Page_107">107</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_VII">CHAPTER VII</SPAN></td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#Page_128">128</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_VIII">CHAPTER VIII</SPAN></td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#Page_150">150</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_IX">CHAPTER IX</SPAN></td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#Page_171">171</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_X">CHAPTER X</SPAN></td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#Page_192">192</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_XI">CHAPTER XI</SPAN></td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#Page_213">213</SPAN></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_XII">CHAPTER XII</SPAN></td><td align="right"><SPAN href="#Page_235">235</SPAN></td></tr>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</SPAN></span></p>
<h3><SPAN name="CHAPTER_I" id="CHAPTER_I"></SPAN>CHAPTER I</h3>
<p>Khaled stood in the third heaven, which is the heaven
of precious stones, and of Asrael, the angel of Death.
In the midst of the light shed by the fruit of the trees
Asrael himself is sitting, and will sit until the day of
the resurrection from the dead, writing in his book the
names of those who are to be born, and blotting out the
names of those who have lived their years and must
die. Each of the trees has seventy thousand branches,
each branch bears seventy thousand fruits, each fruit is
composed of seventy thousand diamonds, rubies, emeralds,
carbuncles, jacinths, and other precious stones. The
stature and proportions of Asrael are so great that his
eyes are seventy thousand days' journey apart, the one
from the other.</p>
<p>Khaled stood motionless during ten months and
thirteen days, waiting until Asrael should rest from his
writing and look towards him. Then came the holy
night called Al Kadr, the night of peace in which the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</SPAN></span>
Koran came down from heaven. Asrael paused, and
raising his eyes from the scroll saw Khaled standing
before him.</p>
<p>Asrael knew Khaled, who was one of the genii converted
to the faith on hearing Mohammed read the
Koran by night in the valley Al Nakhlah. He wondered,
however, when he saw him standing in his presence;
for the genii are not allowed to pass even the gate of
the first heaven, in which the stars hang by chains of
gold, each star being inhabited by an angel who guards
the entrance against the approach of devils.</p>
<p>Asrael looked at Khaled in displeasure, therefore,
supposing that he had eluded the heavenly sentinels
and concealed an evil purpose. But Khaled inclined
himself respectfully.</p>
<p>'There is no Allah but Allah. Mohammed is the
prophet of Allah,' he said, thus declaring himself to be
of the Moslem genii, who are upright and are true
believers.</p>
<p>'How camest thou hither?' asked Asrael.</p>
<p>'By the will of Allah, who sent his angel with me
to the gate,' Khaled answered. 'I am come hither that
thou mayest write down my name in the book of life
and death, that I may be a man on earth, and after an
appointed time thou shalt blot it out again and I shall
die.'</p>
<p>Asrael gazed at him and knew that this was the will<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</SPAN></span>
of Allah, for the angels are thus immediately made
conscious of the divine commands. He took up his pen
to write, but before he had traced the first letter he
paused.</p>
<p>'This is the night Al Kadr,' he said. 'If thou wilt,
tell me therefore thy story, for I am now at leisure to
hear it.'</p>
<p>'Thou knowest that I am of the upright genii,'
Khaled answered, 'and I am well disposed towards
men. In the city of Riad, in Arabia, there rules a
powerful king, the Sultan of the kingdom of Nejed,
blessed in all things save that he has no son to inherit
his vast dominions. One daughter only has been born
to him in his old age, of such marvellous beauty that
even the Black Eyed Virgins enclosed in the fruit of
the tree Sedrat, who wait for the coming of the faithful,
would seem but mortal women beside her. Her eyes
are as the deep water in the wells of Zobeideh when
it is night and the stars are reflected therein. Her hair
is finer than silk, red with henna, and abundant as the
foliage of the young cypress tree. Her face is as fair as
the kernels of young almonds, and her mouth is sweeter
than the mellow date and more fragrant than 'Ood
mingled with ambergris. She possesses moreover all
the virtues which become women, for she is as modest
as she is beautiful and as charitable as she is modest.
From all parts of Arabia and Egypt, and from Syria and<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</SPAN></span>
from Persia, and even from Samarkand, from Afghanistan,
and from India princes and kings' sons continually
come to ask her in marriage, for the fame of her beauty
and of her virtues is as wide as the world. But her
father, desiring only her happiness, leaves the choice of
a husband to herself, and for a long time she refused all
her suitors. For there is in the palace at Riad a certain
secret chamber from which she can observe all those
who come and hear their conversation and see the gifts
which they bring with them.</p>
<p>'At last there came as a suitor an unbeliever, a
prince of an island by the shores of India, beautiful as
the moon, whose speech was honey, and who surpassed
all the suitors in riches and in the magnificence of the
presents he brought. For he came bearing with him a
hundred pounds' weight of pure gold, and five hundred
ounces of ambergris, and a great weight of musk and
aloes and sandal wood, and rich garments without
number, and many woven shawls of Kashmir, of which
the least splendid was valued at a thousand sherifs of
gold. An innumerable retinue accompanied him, and
twenty elephants, and horses without number, besides
camels.</p>
<p>'The Sultan's daughter beheld this beautiful prince
from her secret hiding-place, and all that he had brought
with him. The Sultan received him with kindness and
hospitality, but assured him that unless he would renounce<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</SPAN></span>
idolatry and embrace the true faith he could not
hope to succeed in his purpose. Thereupon he was
much cast down, and soon afterwards, having received
magnificent gifts in his turn, he would have departed
on his way, disappointed and heavy at heart. But
Zehowah sent for her father and entreated him to bid
the young prince remain. "For it is not impossible,"
she said, "that he may yet be converted to the true
faith. And have I the right to refuse to sacrifice my
freedom when the sacrifice may be the means of converting
an idolater to the right way? And if I marry
him and go with him to his kingdom, shall we not make
true believers of all his subjects, so that I shall deserve
to be called the mother of the faithful like Ayesha,
beloved by the Prophet, upon whom be peace?" The
Sultan found it hard to oppose this argument which was
founded upon virtue and edified in righteousness. He
therefore entreated the Indian prince to remain and to
profess Islam, promising the hand of Zehowah when he
should be converted.</p>
<p>'Then I heard the prince taking secret counsel with
a certain old man who was with him, who shaved his
face and wore white clothing and ate food which he
prepared for himself alone. The prince told all, and
then the old man counselled him in this way. "Speak
whatsoever words they require of thee," he said, "for
words are but garments wherewith to make the nakedness<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</SPAN></span>
of truth modest and agreeable. And take the
woman, and by and by, when we are returned to our
own land, if she consent to worship thy gods, it is good;
and if not, it is yet good, for thou shalt possess her as
thy wife, and her unbelief shall be of consequence only
to her own soul, but thy soul shall not be retarded in
its progress." And the young prince was pleased, and
promised to do as his counsellor advised him.</p>
<p>'So I saw that he was false and that Zehowah's
righteousness would be but the means to her sorrow if
she were allowed to persist. Therefore in the night,
when all were asleep in the palace, I entered into the
room where the prince was lying, and I took him in my
arms and flew with him to the midst of the Red Desert,
and there I slew him and buried him in the sand, for I
saw that he was a liar and had determined to be a
hypocrite.</p>
<p>'But Allah immediately sent an angel to destroy me
because I had put to death a man who was about to become
a believer, thereby killing his soul also, since he had
not yet made profession of the faith. But I stood up and
defended myself, saying that I had slain a hypocrite
who had planned in his heart to carry away the daughter
of a Moslem. Then the angel asked the truth of the
prince's soul, which was sitting upon the red sand that
covered the body. The soul answered, weeping, and
said: "These are true words, and I am fuel for hell."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</SPAN></span>
"Have I then deserved death?" I asked. "I have
killed an unbeliever." The angel answered that I had
deserved life; and he would have left me and returned
to paradise, but I would not let him go, and I besought
him to entreat Allah that I might be allowed to live
the life of a mortal man upon earth. "For," I said,
"thou sayest that I deserve life. But even if thou
destroy me not now I am only one of the genii, who
shall all die at the first blast of the trumpet before the
resurrection of the dead. Obtain for me therefore that
I may have a soul and live a few years, and if I do
good I shall then be with the faithful in paradise; and
if not, I shall be bound with red-hot chains and burn
everlastingly like a sinful man." The angel promised
to intercede for me and departed. So I sat down upon
the mound of red sand beside the soul of the Indian
prince, to wait for the angel's coming again.</p>
<p>'Then the soul reproached me angrily. "But for
thee," it said, "I should have married Zehowah and
returned to my own people, and although I purposed to
be a hypocrite, yet in time Zehowah might have convinced
me and I should have believed in my heart.
For I now see that there is no Allah but Allah, and
that Mohammed is the prophet of Allah. And I should
perhaps have died full of years, a good Moslem, and
should have entered paradise. Therefore I pray Allah
that this may be remembered in thy condemnation." At<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</SPAN></span>
these words I was very angry and reviled the soul,
scoffing at it. "No doubt Allah will hear thy prayer,"
I answered, "and will hear also at the same time thy
lies. And as for Zehowah, thinkest thou that she
would have loved thee, even if she had married thee?
I tell thee that her soul rejoices only in the light of the
faith, and that although she might have married thee,
she would have done so in the hope of turning thy
people from the worship of false gods and not for love of
thee. For she will never love any man." When I had
said this the soul groaned aloud and then remained
silent.</p>
<p>'In a little while the angel came back, and I saw
that his face was no longer clouded with anger. "Hear
the judgment of Allah," he said. "Inasmuch as thou
tookest the law upon thyself, which belonged to Allah
alone, thou deservest to die. But in so far as thou hast
indeed slain a hypocrite and an unbeliever thou hast
earned life. Allah is just, merciful and forgiving. It
is not meet that in thy lot there should be nothing but
reward or nothing but punishment. Therefore thou
shalt not yet receive a soul. Go hence to the third
heaven and when the angel Asrael shall be at leisure
he will write thy name in the book of the living. Then
thou shalt return hither and go into the city of Riad
bearing gifts. And Zehowah will accept thee in marriage,
though she love thee not, for Allah commands that it be<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</SPAN></span>
so. But if in the course of time this virtuous woman
be moved to love, and say to thee, 'Khaled, I love thee,'
then at that moment thou shalt receive an immortal
soul, and if thy deeds be good thy soul shall enter
paradise with the believers, but if not, thou shalt burn.
Thus saith Allah. Thus art thou rewarded, indeed, but
wisely and temperately, since thou hast not obtained
life directly, but only the hope of life." Then the angel
departed again, leading the way.</p>
<p>'But the soul mocked me. "Thou that sayest of
Zehowah that she will never love any man, thou art
fallen into thine own trap," it cried. "For now, if she
love thee not thou must perish. Truly, Allah heard my
prayer." But I was filled with thankfulness and departed
after the angel, leaving the soul sitting alone
upon the red sand.</p>
<p>'Thus have I told thee my history, O Asrael. And
now I pray thee to write my name in the book of the
living that I may fulfil the command of Allah and go
my way to the city of Riad.'</p>
<p>Then Asrael again took up his pen to write in the
book.</p>
<p>'Now thou art become a living man, though thou
hast as yet no soul,' he said. 'And thou art subject to
death by the sword and by sickness and by all those
evils which spring up in the path of the living. And
the day of thy death is already known to Allah who<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</SPAN></span>
knows all things. But he is merciful and will doubtless
grant thee a term of years in which to make thy trial.
Nevertheless be swift in thy journey and speedy in all
thou doest, for though mortal man may live for ever
hereafter in glory, his years on earth are but as the
breath which springs up in the desert towards evening
and is gone before the stars appear.'</p>
<p>Khaled made a salutation before Asrael and went
out of the third heaven, and passed through the second
which is of burnished steel, and through the first in
which the stars hang by golden chains, where Adam
waits for the day of the resurrection, and at the gate he
found the angel who had led him, and who now lifted
him in his arms and bore him back to the Red Desert;
for as he was now a mortal man he could no longer
move through the air like the genii between the outer
gate of heaven and the earth. Nor could he any longer
see the soul of the Indian prince sitting upon the sand,
though it was still there. But the angel was visible to
him. So they stood together, and the angel spoke to
him.</p>
<p>'Thou art now a mortal man,' he said, 'and subject to
time as to death. To thee it seems but a moment since
we went up together to the gate, and yet thou wast
standing ten months and thirteen days before Asrael,
and of the body of the man whom thou slewest only
the bones remain.'<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>So saying the angel blew upon the red sand and
Khaled saw the white bones of the prince in the place
where he had laid his body. So he was first made
conscious of time.</p>
<p>'Nearly a year has passed, and though Allah be very
merciful to thee, yet he will assuredly not suffer thee to
live beyond the time of other men. Make haste therefore
and depart upon thine errand. Yet because thou
art come into the world a grown man, having neither
father nor mother nor inheritance, I will give thee what
is most necessary for thy journey.'</p>
<p>Then the angel took a handful of leaves from a
ghada bush close by and gave them to Khaled, and as
he gave them they were changed into a rich garment,
and into linen, and into a shawl with which to make a
turban, and shoes of red leather.</p>
<p>'Clothe thyself with these,' said the angel.</p>
<p>He broke a twig from the bush and placed it in
Khaled's hand. Immediately it became a sabre of
Damascus steel, in a sheath of leather with a belt.</p>
<p>'Take this sword, which is of such fine temper that
it will cleave through an iron headpiece and a shirt of
mail. But remember that it is not a sword made by
magic. Let thy magic reside in thy arm, wield it for
the faith, and put thy trust in Allah.'</p>
<p>Afterwards the angel took up a locust that was
asleep on the sand waiting for the warmth of the morning<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</SPAN></span>
sun. The angel held the locust up before Khaled,
and then let it fall. But as it fell it became at once a
beautiful bay mare with round black eyes wide apart
and an arching tail which swept down to the sand like
a river of silk.</p>
<p>'Take this mare,' said the angel; 'she is of the pure
breed of Nejed and as swift as the wind, but mortal
like thyself.'</p>
<p>'But how shall I ride her without saddle or bridle?'
asked Khaled.</p>
<p>'That is true,' answered the angel.</p>
<p>He laid leaves of the ghada upon the mare's back
and they became a saddle, and placed a twig in her
mouth and it turned into a bit and bridle.</p>
<p>Khaled thanked the angel and mounted.</p>
<p>'Farewell and prosper, and put thy trust in Allah,
and forget not the day of judgment,' the angel said, and
immediately returned to paradise.</p>
<p>So Khaled was left alone in the Red Desert, a living
man obliged to shift for himself, liable to suffer hunger
and thirst or to be slain by robbers, with no worldly
possessions but his sword, his bay mare, and the clothes
on his back. He knew moreover that he was more
than two hundred miles from the city of Riad, and he
knew that he could not accomplish this journey in less
than four days. For when he was one of the genii he
had often watched men toiling through desert on foot,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</SPAN></span>
and on camels and on horses, and had laughed with
his companions at the slow progress they made. But
now it was no laughing matter, for he had forgotten to
ask the angel for dates and water, or even for a few
handfuls of barley meal.</p>
<p>He turned the mare's head westward of the Goat, in
which is the polar star, for he remembered that when
he had carried away the Indian prince he had flown
toward the south-east, and as he began to gallop over
the dark sand he laughed to himself.</p>
<p>'What poor things are men and their horses,' he said.
'To destroy me, this mare need only stumble and lame
herself, and we shall both die of hunger and thirst in
the desert.'</p>
<p>This reflection made him at first urge the mare to
her greatest speed, for he thought that the sooner he
should be out of the desert and among the villages
beyond, the present danger would be passed. But
presently he bethought him that the mare would be
more likely to stumble and hurt herself in the dark if
she were galloping than if she were moving at a
moderate pace. He therefore drew bridle and patted
her neck and made her walk slowly and cautiously
forward.</p>
<p>But this did not please him either, after a time, for
he remembered that if he rode too slowly he must die
of hunger before reaching the end of his journey.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>'Truly,' he said, 'one must learn what it is to be a
man, in order to understand the uses of moderation.
Gallop not lest thy horse fall and thou perish! Nor
delay walking slowly by the road, lest thou die of thirst
and hunger! Yet thou art not safe, for Al Walid died
from treading upon an arrow, and Oda ibn Kais perished
by perpetual sneezing. Allah is just and merciful! I
will let the mare go at her own pace, for the end of all
things is known.'</p>
<p>The mare, being left to herself, began to canter and
carried Khaled onward all night without changing her
gait.</p>
<p>'Nevertheless,' thought Khaled, 'if we are not soon
out of the desert we shall suffer thirst during the day
as well as hunger.'</p>
<p>When there was enough daylight to distinguish a
black thread from a white, Khaled looked before him
and saw that there was nothing but red sand in hillocks
and ridges, with ghada bushes here and there. But still
the mare cantered on and did not seem tired. Soon
the sun rose and it grew very hot, for the air was quite
still and it was summer time.</p>
<p>Khaled looked always before him and at last he saw
a white patch in the distance and he knew that there
must be water near it. For the water of the Red Desert
whitens the sand. He therefore rode on cheerfully, for
he was now thirsty, and the mare quickened her pace,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</SPAN></span>
for she also knew that she was near a drinking-place.
But as they came close to the spot Khaled remembered
that the preceding night had been Al Kadr, which
falls between the seventh and eighth latter days of the
month Ramadhan, during which the true believers
neither eat nor drink so long as there is light enough
to distinguish a white thread from a black one. So,
when they reached the well, he let his mare drink her
fill, and he took off the saddle and bridle and let her
loose, after which he sat down with his head in the
shade of a ghada bush to rest himself.</p>
<p>'Allah is merciful,' he said; 'the night will come,
and then I will drink.' For he dared not ride farther,
for fear of not finding water again.</p>
<p>Then again he was disturbed, for he had nothing to
eat, and he thought that if he waited until night he
would be hungry as well as thirsty. But presently he
saw the mare trying to catch the locusts that flew about.
She could only catch one or two, because it was now
hot and they were able to fly quickly.</p>
<p>'When the night comes,' he said, 'the locusts will
lie on the ground and cling to the bushes, being stiff
with the cold, and then I will eat my fill, and drink
also.'</p>
<p>Soon afterwards he fell asleep, being weary, and
when he awoke it was night again and the stars were
shining overhead. Khaled rose hastily and drank at<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</SPAN></span>
the well and made ablutions and prayed, prostrating
himself towards the Kebla. He remembered that he
had slept a long time, and that he had not performed
his devotions for a day and a night, so that he repeated
them five times, to atone for the omission.</p>
<p>The mare was eating the locusts that now lay in
great black patches on the sand unable to move and
save themselves. Khaled threw his cloak over a great
number of them and gathered them together. Then he
kindled a fire of ghada by striking sparks from the
blade of his sword, and when he had made a bed of
coals he roasted the locusts after pulling off their legs,
and ate his fill. While he was doing this he was much
disturbed in mind.</p>
<p>'I have only just begun to live as a man,' he thought.
'Did I not stand ten months and thirteen days in the
third heaven, unconscious of the passing of time? Who
shall tell me whether I have not slept another ten
months or more under this bush, like the companions
of Al Rakim?'</p>
<p>So, when he had done eating and had drunk again
from the well, and had made the mare drink, he saddled
her quickly and mounted, and cantered on through the
night, guiding his course by the stars. On the following
day he again found a well, but much later than
before, and he suffered much from thirst as he watched
his mare dip her black lips into the pool. Nevertheless<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</SPAN></span>
he would not break his fast, for he was resolved to be a
true believer in practice as well as in belief. So he
fell asleep and awoke when it was night again, and ate
and drank. In this way he journeyed several days
until he began to see the hill country which borders
the desert towards Riad, and he understood that he had
been much farther away than he had imagined. But
he reflected that Allah had doubtless intended to try
his constancy by imposing upon him the journey
through the desert during the days of fasting. But at
last, he awoke one day just at sunset, instead of sleeping
until the night. He had been travelling up the
first slopes where the ground, though barren, is harder
than in the desert, and had lain down in a hollow by
an abundant spring. He rose now and made ablutions
and prayed, as usual, towards Mecca; that is to say,
being where he was, he turned his face to the west as
the sun was setting. When he had finished he stood
some minutes watching the red light over the desert
below him, and then he was suddenly aware that the
new moon was hanging just above the diminishing fire
of the evening, and he knew that the fast of Ramadhan
was over and that the feast of Bairam had begun.
Thereat he was glad, and determined to take an unusual
number of locusts for his evening meal.</p>
<p>But when he looked about he saw that there were
no locusts in the place, though there was grass, which<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</SPAN></span>
his mare was eating. Then he looked everywhere near
the well to see whether some traveller had not perhaps
dropped a few dates or a little barley by accident, but
there was nothing.</p>
<p>'Doubtless,' he said, 'Allah wishes to show me that
greediness is a sin even on the day of feasting.'</p>
<p>He drank as much of the water as he could in order
to stay his hunger as well as assuage his thirst, and then
he saddled the mare and rode up out of the hollow
towards the hill country. Towards the middle of the
night he came to a small village where all the people
were celebrating the feast, having killed a young camel
and several sheep. Seeing that he was a traveller they
bade him be welcome, and he sat down among them and
ate his fill of meat, praising Allah. And corn was
given to his mare, so that the dumb animal also kept
the feast.</p>
<p>'Truly,' said the people, 'thy mare is a daughter of
Al Borak, the heavenly steed called "the Lightning,"
upon which the nocturnal journey was accomplished
by the Prophet, upon whom be peace.'</p>
<p>They said this not because they divined that the
mare had been given to Khaled by an angel, but because
they saw by her beauty that she must be swift as
the wind. For she had a large head, with bony cheeks,
and a full forehead and round black eyes wide apart,
with smooth black skin about them, and a pointed nose,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</SPAN></span>
and the under lip was like that of a camel, projecting a
little. And she was neither too long nor too short,
having straight legs like steel, and small feet and round
hoofs, neither overgrown in idleness nor overworn with
much work. And her tail lay flat and long and smooth
when she was standing still but arched like the plume
of an ostrich when she moved. Her coat was bright
bay, glossy and smooth and without any white markings.
By all these signs, which belong to the purest
blood, the people of the village knew that she was
of the fleetest reared in Arabia. And Khaled was
glad that the people admired her, since she was the
chief of his few possessions, which indeed were not
many.</p>
<p>He did not know beforehand what he should do, nor
what he should say when in the presence of the Sultan
of Nejed, still less how he could venture to ask Zehowah
in marriage, having no gifts to offer and not being himself
a prince. Before he had become a man it would
have been easy for him to find treasures in the earth
such as men had never seen, for, like all the genii, he
had been acquainted with the most deeply hidden
mines and with all places where men had hidden
wealth in old times. But this knowledge does not
belong to the intelligence becoming mortals, but rather
to the faculty of seeing through solid substance which
is exercised by the spirits of the air, and in his present<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</SPAN></span>
state it was taken from him, together with all possibility
of communicating with his former companions. He
had nothing but his mare and his sword and the garments
he wore, and though the mare was indeed a gift
for a king he did not know whether he was meant to
offer it to any one, seeing that it had been given him
by an angel.</p>
<p>Nevertheless he did not lose heart, for the celestial
messenger had told him that by the will of Allah he
should marry Zehowah, and Allah was certainly able to
give him a king's daughter in marriage without the
aid of gifts, of gold, of musk, of 'Ood, of aloes or of
pearls.</p>
<p>He rose, therefore, when he had eaten enough and
had rested himself and his mare, and after thanking the
people of the village for their entertainment he rode on
his way. He passed through a hill country, sometimes
fertile and sometimes stony and deserted, but he found
water by the way and such food as he needed; and
accomplished the remainder of the journey without
hindrance.</p>
<p>On the morning of the second day he came to a
halting-place from which he could see the city of Riad,
and he was astonished at the size and magnificence of
the Sultan's palace, which was visible above the walls
of the fortification. Yet he was aware that he had seen
all this before as in a dream not altogether forgotten<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</SPAN></span>
when a man wakes at dawn after a long and restless
night.</p>
<p>He gazed awhile, after he had made his ablutions,
and then calling to his mare to come to him, he mounted
and rode through the southern gate into the heart of
the city.</p>
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