the garden of allah-第15章

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clumps　of　scarlet　geraniums；　Domini　saw　a　huge　and　very　ugly　Arab；
with　an　almost　black　skin；　squatting　on　his　heels；　with　a　long　yellow
and　red　flute　between　his　thick　lips。　His　eyes　were　bent　down；　and　he
did　not　see　them；　but　went　on　busily　playing；　drawing　from　his　flute
coquettish　phrases　with　his　big　and　bony　fingers。

〃And　I　pay　him　so　much　a　week　all　the　year　round　for　doing　that；〃　the
Count　said。

His　grating　voice　sounded　kind　and　amused。　They　walked　on；　and　Larbi's
tune　died　gradually　away。

〃Somehow　I　can't　be　angry　with　the　follies　and　vices　of　the　Arabs；〃
the　Count　continued。　〃I　love　them　as　they　are；　idle；　absurdly　amorous；
quick　to　shed　blood；　gay　as　children；　whimsical　aswell；　Madame；　were
I　talking　to　a　man　I　might　dare　to　say　pretty　women。〃

〃Why　not？〃

〃I　will；　then。　I　glory　in　their　ingrained　contempt　of　civilisation。
But　I　like　them　to　say　their　prayers　five　times　in　the　day　as　it　is
commanded；　and　no　Arab　who　touches　alcohol　in　defiance　of　the
Prophet's　law　sets　foot　in　my　garden。〃

There　was　a　touch　of　harshness　in　his　voice　as　he　said　the　last　words；
the　sound　of　the　autocrat。　Somehow　Domini　liked　it。　This　man　had
convictions；　and　strong　ones。　That　was　certain。　There　was　something
oddly　unconventional　in　him　which　something　in　her　responded　to。　He
was　perfectly　polite；　and　yet；　she　was　quite　sure；　absolutely　careless
of　opinion。　Certainly　he　was　very　much　a　man。

〃It　is　pleasant；　too；〃　he　resumed；　after　a　slight　pause；　〃to　be
surrounded　by　absolutely　thoughtless　people　with　thoughtful　faces　and
mysterious　eyeswells　without　truth　at　the　bottom　of　them。〃

She　laughed。

〃No　one　must　think　here　but　you！〃

〃I　prefer　to　keep　all　the　folly　to　myself。　Is　not　that　a　grand
cocoanut？〃

He　pointed　to　a　tree　so　tall　that　it　seemed　soaring　to　heaven。

〃Yes；　indeed。　Like　the　one　that　presides　over　the　purple　dog。〃

〃You　have　seen　my　fetish？〃

〃Smain　showed　him　to　me；　with　reverence。〃

〃Oh；　he　is　king　here。　The　Arabs　declare　that　on　moonlight　nights　they
have　heard　him　joining　in　the　chorus　of　the　Kabyle　dogs。〃

〃You　speak　almost　as　if　you　believed　it。〃

〃Well；　I　believe　more　here　than　I　believe　anywhere　else。　That　is
partly　why　I　come　here。〃

〃I　can　understand　thatI　mean　believing　much　here。〃

〃What！　Already　you　feel　the　spell　of　Beni…Mora；　the　desert　spell！　Yes；
there　is　enchantment　hereand　so　I　never　stay　too　long。〃

〃For　fear　of　what？〃

Count　Anteoni　was　walking　easily　beside　her。　He　walked　from　the　hips；
like　many　Sicilians；　swaying　very　slightly；　as　if　he　liked　to　be　aware
how　supple　his　body　still　was。　As　Domini　spoke　he　stopped。　They　were
now　at　a　place　where　four　paths　joined；　and　could　see　four　vistas　of
green　and　gold；　of　magical　sunlight　and　shadow。

〃I　scarcely　know；　of　being　carried　who　knows　wherein　mind　or　heart。
Oh；　there　is　danger　in　Beni…Mora；　Madame；　there　is　danger。　This
startling　air　is　full　of　influences；　of　desert　spirits。〃

He　looked　at　her　in　a　way　she　could　not　understandbut　it　made　her
think　of　the　perfume…seller　in　his　little　dark　room；　and　of　the　sudden
sensation　she　had　had　that　mystery　coils；　like　a　black　serpent；　in　the
shining　heart　of　the　East。

〃And　now；　Madame；　which　path　shall　we　take？　This　one　leads　to　my
drawing…room；　that　on　the　right　to　the　Moorish　bath。〃

〃And　that？〃

〃That　one　goes　straight　down　to　the　wall　that　overlooks　the　Sahara。〃

〃Please　let　us　take　it。〃

〃The　desert　spirits　are　calling　to　you？　But　you　are　wise。　What　makes
this　garden　remarkable　is　not　its　arrangement；　the　number　and　variety
of　its　trees；　but　the　fact　that　it　lies　flush　with　the　Saharalike　a
man's　thoughts　of　truth　with　Truth；　perhaps。〃

He　turned　up　the　tail　of　the　sentence　and　his　harsh　voice　gave　a
little　grating　crack。

〃I　don't　believe　they　are　so　different　from　one　another　as　the　garden
and　the　desert。〃

She　looked　at　him　directly。

〃It　would　be　too　ironical。〃

〃But　nothing　is；〃　the　Count　said。

〃You　have　discovered　that　in　this　garden？〃

〃Ah；　it　is　new　to　you；　Madame！〃

For　the　first　time　there　was　a　sound　of　faint　bitterness　in　his　voice。

〃One　often　discovers　the　saddest　thing　in　the　loveliest　place；〃　he
added。　〃There　you　begin　to　see　the　desert。〃

Far　away；　at　the　small　orifice　of　the　tunnel　of　trees　down　which　they
were　walking；　appeared　a　glaring　patch　of　fierce　and　quivering
sunlight。

〃I　can　only　see　the　sun；〃　Domini　said。

〃I　know　so　well　what　it　hides　that　I　imagine　I　actually　see　the
desert。　One　loves　one's　kind；　assiduous　liar。　Isn't　it　so？〃

〃The　imagination？　But　perhaps　I　am　not　disposed　to　allow　that　it　is　a
liar。〃

〃Who　knows？　You　may　be　right。〃

He　looked　at　her　kindly　with　his　bright　eyes。　It　had　not　seem　to
strike　him　that　their　conversation　was　curiously　intimate；　considering
that　they　were　strangers　to　one　another；　that　he　did　not　even　know　her
name。　Domini　wondered　suddenly　how　old　he　was。　That　look　made　him　seem
much　older　than　he　had　seemed　before。　There　was　such　an　expression　in
his　eyes　as　may　sometimes　be　seen　in　eyes　that　look　at　a　child　who　is
kissing　a　rag　doll　with　deep　and　determined　affection。　〃Kiss　your
doll！〃　they　seemed　to　say。　〃Put　off　the　years　when　you　must　know　that
dolls　can　never　return　a　kiss。〃

〃I　begin　to　see　the　desert　now；〃　Domini　said　after　a　moment　of
silent　walking。　〃How　wonderful　it　is！〃

〃Yes；　it　is。　The　most　wonderful　thing　in　Nature。　You　will　think　it
much　more　wonderful　when　you　fancy　you　know　it　well。〃

〃Fancy！〃

〃I　don't　think　anyone　can　ever　really　know　the　desert。　It　is　the　thing
that　keeps　calling；　and　does　not　permit　one　to　draw　near。〃

〃But　then；　one　might　learn　to　hate　it。〃

〃I　don't　think　so。　Truth　does　just　the　same；　you　know。　And　yet　men
keep　on　trying　to　draw　near。〃

〃But　sometimes　they　succeed。〃

〃Do　they？　Not　when　they　live　in　gardens。〃

He　laughed　for　the　first　time　since　they　had　been　together；　and　all
his　face　was　covered　with　a　network　of　little　moving　lines。

〃One　should　never　live　in　a　garden；　Madame。〃

〃I　will　try　to　take　your　word　for　it；　but　the　task　will　be　difficult。〃

〃Yes？　More　difficult；　perhaps；　when　you　see　what　lies　beside　my
thoughts　of　truth。〃

As　he　spoke　they　came　out　from　the　tunnel　and　were　seized　by　the
fierce　hands　of　the　sun。　It　was　within　half　an　hour　of　noon；　and　the
radiance　was　blinding。　Domini　put　up　her　parasol　sharply；　like　one
startled。　She　stopped。

〃But　how　tremendous！〃　she　exclaimed。

Count　Anteoni　laughed　again；　and　drew　down　the　brim　of　his　grey　hat
over　his　eyes。　The　hand　with　which　he　did　it　was　almost　as　burnt　as　an
Arab's。

〃You　are　afraid　of　it？〃

〃No；　no。　But　it　startled　me。　We　don't　know　the　sun　really　in　Europe。〃

〃No。　Not　even　in　Southern　Italy；　not　even　in　Sicily。　It　is　fierce
there　in　summer；　but　it　seems　further　away。　Here　it　insists　on　the
most　intense　intimacy。　If　you　can　bear　it　we　might　sit　down　for　a
moment？〃

〃Please。〃

All　along　the　edge　of　the　garden；　from　the　villa　to　the　boundary　of
Count　Anteoni's　domain；　ran　a　straight　high　wall　made　of　earth　bricks
hardened　by　the　sun　and　topped　by　a　coping　of　palm　wood　painted　white。
This　wall　was　some　eight　feet　high　on　the　side　next　to　the　desert；　but
the　garden　was　raised　in　such　a　way　that　the　inner　side　was　merely　a
low　parapet　running　along　the　sand　path。　In　this　parapet　were　cut
small　seats；　like　window…seats；　in　which　one　could　rest　and　look　full
upon　the　desert　as　from　a　little　cliff。　Domini　sat　down　on　one　of
them；　and　the　Count　stood　by　her；　resting　one　foot　on　the　top　of　the
wall　and　leaning　his　right　arm　on　his　knee。

〃There　is　the　world　on　which　I　look　for　my　hiding…place；〃　he　said。　〃A
vast　world；　isn't　it？〃

Domini　nodded　without　speaking。

Immediately　beneath　them；　in　the　narrow　shadow　of　the　wall；　was　a　path
of　earth　and　stones　which　turned　off　at　the　right　at　the　end　of　the
garden　into　the　oasis。　Beyond　lay　the　vast　river　bed；　a　chaos　of　hot
boulders　bounded　by　ragged　low　earth　cliffs；　interspersed　here　and
there　with　small　pools　of　gleaming　water。　These　cliffs　were　yellow。
From　their　edge　stretched　the　desert；　as　Eternity　stretches　from　the
edge　of　Time。　Only　to　the　left　was　the　immeasurable　expanse　intruded
upon　by　a　long　spur　of　mountains；　which　ran　out　boldly　for　some
distance　and　then　stopped　abruptly；　conquered　and　abashed　by　the
imperious　flats。　Beneath　the　mountains　were　low；　tent…like；　cinnamon…
coloured　undulations；　which　reminded　Domini　of　those　made　by　a　shaken…
out　sheet；　one　smaller　than　the　other　till　they　melted　into　the　level。
The　summits　of　the　most　distant　mountains；　which　leaned　away　as　if　in
fear　of　the　desert；　were　dark　and　mistily　purple。　Their　flanks　were
iron　grey　at　this　hour；　flecked　in　the　hollows　with　the　faint　mauve
and　pink　which　became　carnation　colour　when　the　sun　set。

Domini　scarcely　looked　at　them。　Till　now　she　had　always　thought　that
she　loved　mountains。　The　desert　suddenly　made　them　insignificant；
almost　mean　to　her。　She　turned　her　eyes　towards　the　flat　spaces。　It
was　in　them　that　majesty　lay；　mystery；　power；　and　all　deep　and
significant　things。　In　the　midst　of　the　river　bed；　and　quite　near；
rose　a　round　and　squat　white　tower　with　a　small　cupola。　Beyond　it；　on
the　little　cliff；　was　a　tangle　of　palms　where　a　tiny　oasis　sheltered　a
few　native　huts。　At　an　immense　distance；　here　and　there；　other　oases
showed　as　dark　stains　show　on　the　sea　where　there　are　hidden　rocks。
And　still　farther　away；　on　all　hands；　the　desert　seemed　to　curve　up
slightly　like　a　shallow　wine…hued　cup　to　the　misty　blue　horizon　line；
which　resembled　a　faintly　seen　and　mysterious　tropical　sea；　so　distant
that　its　sultry　murmur　was　lost　in　the　embrace　of　the　intervening
silence。

An　Arab　passed　on　the　path　below　the　wall。　He　did　not　see　them。　A
white　dog　with　curling　lips　ran　beside　him。　He　was　singing　to　himself
in　a　low；　inward　voice。　He　went　on　and　turned　towards　the　oasis；　still
singing　as　he　walked　slowly。

〃Do　you　know　what　he　is　singing？〃　the　Count　asked。

Domini　shook　her　head。　She　was　straining　her　ears　to　hear　the　melody
as　long　as　possible。

〃It　is　a　desert　song　of　the　freed　negroes　of　Touggourt'No　one　but
God　and　I　knows　what　is　in　my　heart。'〃

Domini　lowered　her　parasol　to　conceal　her　face。　In　the　distance　she
could　still　hear　the　song；　but　it　was　dying　away。

〃Oh！　what　is　going　to　happen　to　me　here？〃　she　thought。

Count　Anteoni　was　looking　away　from　her　now　across　the　desert。　A
strange　impulse　rose　up　in　her。　She　could　not　resist　it。　She　put　down
her　parasol；　exposing　herself　to　the　blinding　sunlight；　knelt　down　on
the　hot　sand；　leaned　her　arms　on　the　white　parapet；　put　her　chin　in
the　upturned　palms　of　her　hands　and　stared　into　the　desert　almost
fiercely。

〃No　one　but　God　and　I　knows　what　is　in　my　heart；〃　she　thought。　〃But
that's　not　true；　that's　not　true。　For　I　don't　know。〃

The　last　echo　of　the　Arab's　song　fainted　on　the　blazing　air。　Surely　it
had　changed　now。　Surely；　as　he　turned　into　the　shadows　of　the　palms；
he　was　singing；　〃No　one　but　God　knows　what　is　in　my　heart。〃　Yes；　he
was　singing　that。　〃No　one　but　Godno　one　but　God。〃

Count　Anteoni　looked　down　at　her。　She　did　not　notice　it；　and　he　kept
his　eyes　on　her　for　a　moment。　Then　he　turned　to　the　d