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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - The Stealing Of The Mare - I
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In the name of God the Merciful, the Compassionate! He who narrateth this tale is Abu Obeyd, and he saith:
When I took note and perceived that the souls of men were in pleasure to hear good stories, and that their ears were comforted and that they made good cheer in the listening, then called I to mind the tale of the Agheyli Jaber and his mare, and of all that befell him and his people. For this is a story of wonderful adventure and marvellous stratagems, and a tale which when one heareth he desireth to have it evermore in remembrance as a delight tasted once by him and not forgotten.
And the telling of it is this:
The Emir Abu Zeyd the Helali Salameh was sitting one morning in his tent with the Arabs of the Beni Helal and the Lords of the tribe. And lo, there appeared before them in the desert the figure of one wandering to and fro alone. And this was Ghanimeh. And the Emir Abu Zeyd said to his slave Abul Komsan, ``Go forth thou, and read me the errand of this fair Lady and bring me word again.`` And Abul Komsan went forth as he was bidden, and presently returned to them with a smiling countenance, and he said, ``O my Lord, there is the best of news for thee, for this is one that hath come a guest to thee, and she desireth something of thee, for fate hath oppressed her and troubles sore are on her head. And she hath told me all her story and the reason of her coming, and that it is from her great sorrow of mind; for she had once an husband, and his name was Dagher abul Jud, a great one of the Arabs. And to them was born a son named Amer ibn el Keram, and the boy`s uncle`s name was En Naaman. And when the father died, then the uncle possessed himself of all the inheritance, and he drove forth the widow from the tribe; and he hath kept the boy as a herder of his camels; and this for seven years. And Ghanimeh all that time was in longing for her son. But at the end of the seventh year she returned to seek the boy. Then Naaman struck her and drove her forth. And Amer, too, the boy, his nephew, is in trouble, for Naaman will not now yield to the boy that he should marry his daughter, though she was promised to him, and he hath betrothed her to another. And when Amer begged him for the girl (for the great ones of the tribe pitied the boy, and there had interceded for him fifty--and--five of the princes), he answered, `Nay, that may not be, not though in denying it I should taste of the cup of evil things. But, if he be truly desirous of the girl and would share all things with me in my good fortune, then let him bring me the mare of the Agheyli Jaber,--and the warriors be witness of my word thereto.` But when the men of the tribe heard this talk, they said to one another: `There is none able to do this thing but only Abu Zeyd.` And thus hath this lady come to thee. And I entreat thee, my lord, look into her business and do for her what is needful.``
And when Abu Zeyd heard this word of his slave Abul Komsan he rejoiced exceedingly, and his heart waxed big within him, and he threw his cloak as a gift to Abul Komsan, and he bade him go to the Lady Ghanimeh and treat her with all honour, for, ``I needs,`` said he, ``must see to her affairs and quiet her mind.`` So Abul Komsan returned to her, and he built for her a tent, and did all that was needed. And Abu Zeyd bade him attend upon her and bring her dresses of honour and all things meet for her service.
Then began the Narrator to sing:

 Saith the hero Abu Zeyd the Helali Salameh:
 (Woe is me, my heart is a fire, a fire that burneth!)
 On a Friday morning once, I sat with three companions,
 I in my tent, the fourth of four, with the sons of Amer.
 Sudden I raised my eyes and gazed at the breadth of the desert,
 Searching the void afar, the empty hills and the valleys;
 Lo, in the midmost waste a form, where the rainways sundered,
 Wandering uncertain round in doubt, with steps of a stranger.
 Turned I to Abul Komsan, my slave, and straightway I bade him,
 ``Ho, thou master of signs, expound to us this new comer.``
 Abul Komsan arose and went, and anon returning,
 ``Fortune fair,`` said he, ``I bring and a noble token.
 O my Lord Abu Zeyd,`` he cried, and his lips were smiling,
 ``Here is a guest of renown for thee, a stranger, a lady,
 One for the wounding of hearts, a dame of illustrious lineage,
 One whose heart is on fire with grief, and sorely afflicted.``
 The dark one threw off his cloak to Abul Komsan in guerdon,
 Even I, Abu Zeyd Salameh, the while my companions
 Rose with me all as I rose in my place, we four rejoicing,
 Hassan and Abu Kheyl Diab, and the Kadi Faïd.
 And first of them Hassan spake and said, ``Is my name not Hassan?
 Sultan and chief and lord am I of the lords of the Bedu.
 Shall not my tent stand free to all, to each guest that cometh?
 So God send her to me, be they hers, two thousand camels.``
 And Abu Kheyl uprose, and with him the Kadi Faïd.
 ``And I,`` said he, ``no less will give to this dame two thousand.``
 Nor was the Kadi slow to speak: ``Though this pen and paper
 All my poor fortune be,`` said he, ``I will name her thirty.``
 But I, Salameh, said, ``By my faith, these gifts were little;
 Mine be a larger vow.`` And I swore an oath and I promised
 All that she would to bring, nay, all her soul demanded,
 Even a service of fear, a thing from the land of danger.
 And thus they sat in discourse till the hour of noon was upon them,
 And the caller called to prayer, and the great ones prayed assembled;
 And these too in their place, and they stood in prayer together.
 And when they had made an end of praises and prostrations,
 Back to the tent came they, and still behold the lady
 Wandering in doubt uncertain there with steps of a stranger.
 Then to the desert went I forth, and I called and I shouted,
 ``Marhaba, welcome to thee,`` I cried, ``thou illustrious lady,
 Welcomes as many be to thee as the leagues thou hast wandered.``
 And she, ``I seek the hero, the Knight of Helal ibn Amer,
 Bring me to him, the renowned of might, the hero of Amer.``
 And I, ``I hear and obey, though I am not of the great ones.
 Raise thy eyes and behold him here, the Sultan Hassan,
 And with him Abu Musa Diab, the light of Zoghbat,
 Best of the swordsmen he, and our learned Kadi Faïd,
 The reader of the word, the learnedest of the learned,
 And with them Aziz ed Din and El Hajin and Amer,
 Fifty and five of the best, Fulano and Fulano.
 These be men of their word; asking thou shalt obtain it:
 Ask thou all that thou wilt, even all thy soul desireth.``
 But she, ``Nay, thou dost mock, thou slave and idle talker,
 Not of these would I hear nor of other than Salameh,
 Salameh Abu Zeyd, Chief of Helal ibn Amer.
 Why art thou mute of him for whom my soul is kindled?``
 And I, ``Myself am he, the Helali Salameh,
 Welcome to thee, and welcome as wide as thou hast wandered.``
 And she prayed, ``O Abu Zeyd, behold me here thy stranger.
 A boon I ask, O dark one, a mighty deed of daring.
 Thy suppliant am I, thou son of Risk Salameh,
 From the distress of time behold my tears are flowing.
 For this one boon behold me pleading here before thee.
 I have tasted Fortune`s change. I plead by the day of judgment.``
 And I, ``What is thy want, O Lady, that I grant it?
 All, to the cord, I give, so thy tears cease from flowing.``
 And she, ``O man admired! A great one was my husband,
 A knight, a prince of lineage, Abul Jud Dagher,
 A man of mighty wealth, stored up in many houses,
 Wealth whose sole catalogue were a library of volumes.
 He dying left behind with me our one son Amer,
 To me and to the hate of an ill--minded uncle.
 For when that Abul Jud was gathered to his fathers,
 And sent from his loved home to death`s unjoyful dwellings,
 Behold this Naaman, this man he called his brother,
 In arms against our house, he with his evil--doers,
 Raiding all our wealth and making Amer captive.
 Thus weeping did I flee, and seven long years an exile
 Bore I his heart with me like a bird ever flying.
 And then, the seven years done, to the dear place forbidden
 Turned I in my love and my sweet son`s remembrance.
 And when he saw me near he called to me, `O mother,
 Behold me in what straits I lie through men of evil
 (And these may God requite!). Seven years behold me outcast,
 Herding the flocks afar each day in the lone desert,
 And in my uncle`s tent nightly a guest unwelcome.
 Yet was there one with me, his daughter fair, Betina,
 Whom I, as of little count, might wander with unquestioned
 Until but few days since. But now another suitor
 Asking her hand hath come, and with him brave companions.
 And for this suitor`s sake am I forbid her presence.
 And what then, O my mother, shall I do, my mother,
 Who have neither riches, though my soul is generous,
 Nor wile nor stratagem in my life`s little wisdom?
 How shall I win to her, this fair child of my uncle?
 How shall I answer her, her greetings night and morning?
 Thus spake he, and I heard, and with a heart of anger
 Went I forth with him my son, and to the tribesmen
 Pleaded in every tent his cause, we two as suppliants,
 Calling on all their chiefs to give the hand of succour.
 And fifty and five of them were those who lent agreement,
 This one and that with joy, Fulano and Fulano.
 And with them Selman was, Abul Jud el Aser.
 And Jafferi was there, Khalifa ibn Nasser,
 And many more of note. And they rose and went assembled
 To the council of the king, and found him there in judgment
 Set with his valiant men, and meting out obedience.
 And when En Naaman saw them he cried to them in welcome:
 `Sit ye, O chiefs, with me,` and made their place beside him,
 And when he found them mute and of their manner bashful,
 `Ye have come,` said he, `to speak of him, my brother`s orphan.`
 And they, `Ay, of a truth. We ask for him Betina.`
 And he, `Be short of words. From me ye shall get no lying.
 Nasser hath come for her, and with him a brave dowry.
 This one, what hath he (speak) beside his beggar`s portion?`
 And they, `But we will give. So be thy mind unburdened,
 And his, too, of the doubt. We stand to thee his guarants.`
 And Selman spake, `Behold it, to the last coin, his dowry.`
 And Jafferi, `Nor less, things needed for the wedding.
 All that thou wilt we bring, a gift to thee and Amer.`
 Then answered them the hero, En Naaman, the chieftain:
 `List to my word, O chiefs, O generous--minded princes.
 Let him but bring one thing, the thing my soul desireth,
 So shall I stand content, nor ask a further dowry,
 Necklace, nor chain, nor ring, nor ornament of silver,
 Nor silk, nor broidered robe, and, lo, my word is on it.
 He shall be to me a son, and I will love him truly,
 More than a brother`s son, in all things first and foremost.
 But come he empty--handed, the girl shall be another`s.`
 And so with a pious phrase the hero left them wondering.
 And straightway questioned all, `And what is this, O Naaman?`
 Laughing he made reply, `The mare of Agheyli Jaber.`
 Then on the chiefs assembled there fell as it were a tremor,
 And each man looked at each, nor made they further pleading,
 Only with whispered looks the thought passed round in silence,
 `This thing can no man bring, nor he were a Jinn in cunning,
 Not though on wings he flew.` But Amer in his longing,
 Swore he the deed would do for sake of her, Betina.
 And when I learned it all, how it had fared in council,
 From my poor head the wits, O Sheykh Salameh, wandered.
 And since that day of trouble (listen, O Helali!)
 Around the world of men have I in anguish wandered,
 Seeking of kings and chiefs and princes of the Arabs
 Which one shall help our case, and all in turn have answered,
 `This is a deed of deeds meet only for Salameh.
 There is but one thy help, he of Helal ibn Amer.`
 Thus have I come to thee on my soul`s faith, Salameh,
 Thee the champion proved of all whose hearts are doubting,
 Thee the doer of right, the scourge of the oppressor,
 Thee the breeze in autumn, thee the winter`s coolness,
 Thee the morning`s warmth after a night of watching,
 Thee the wanderer`s joy, well of the living water,
 Thee to thy foeman`s lips as colocynth of the desert,
 Thee the river Nile, in the full day of his flooding,
 When he hath mounted high and covereth the islands.
 Behold me thus for thee clothed in the robes of amber.
 Beyond thee there is none save the sole Lord of pity.
 Thou art my last appeal, O Helali Salameh,
 Glory of the Arabs, beauty of all beholders.``
 Thus then spoke Ghanimeh, and Abu Zeyd made answer,
 ``Nay, but a thousand welcomes, O thou mother of Amer,
 Welcomes as many be as the leagues thy feet have wandered.
 Fear thou nought at our hand, nay, only but fair dealing.``
 And the hero Abu Zeyd called to his servant loudly:
 ``Forth, O Abul Komsan, nor let thy footsteps linger.``
 And the slave said, ``Yes and yes, O thou beloved of the Arabs.``
 And he, ``Go with this lady and build her a pavilion,
 With breadths of perfumed silk, and bid prepare all dainties
 That she may eat of the best, and serve her in due honour.
 For well it is in life to be of all things generous,
 Ere we are called away to death`s unjoyful dwellings,
 Even of the shoulder meat, that the guests may rise up praising.``
 And Abul Komsan went and all things set in order,
 Even as he was bid, at the word of his lord Salameh.

Said the Narrator:
And, when the lady had made an end of talking, then agreed the Emir Abu Zeyd to all her desires, and he delivered her into the hand of Abul Komsan, and bade him to do her honour and to serve her in his own person, and not through the persons of others, and he gave him his commands, saying: ``Take charge of her thus and thus, the while I go forth and see diligently to her affairs.`` And Abul Komsan did as he was commanded.
And immediately the Emir Abu Zeyd arose and went into his own tent and took out a herdsman`s wallet and a lute, and went forth in disguise as a singer, of the singers of ballads. And thus travestied he came to the Assembly that he might take his leave of the Sultan Hassan and of the rest. And Hassan said to him, ``O Mukheymer, whither goest thou, and what is thy design?`` And Abu Zeyd made answer, ``I am of a mind to journey abroad, even to the land of the Agheyli Jaber.`` And so he disclosed to him all his plan, both what was without and what was within, the manifest and the hidden. And as he spoke behold the Sultan`s countenance changed, and he grew pale, and ``Goest thou,`` said he, ``to the land of our enemy, and takest thou from us the light of thy countenance? Leave now this adventure, and we will determine all things as is best for the fair lady.`` But Abu Zeyd said: ``Nay, for the like of me that were a disgrace and a shame, and need is that I go: ay, though I were given to drink of the cup of confusion, yet must I go forward.`` And Diab said, ``May no such disgrace befall thee, nor confusion, for this would be to us all a sign that thou lackedst understanding.`` And Abu Zeyd said, ``Lengthen not thy words.`` And the Kadi calling to the others, said, ``My mind is that you should prevent him, even if it were by force, from his purpose, nor let him go.`` But when Abu Zeyd heard that word of the Kadi his wrath flamed forth, and he said, ``How! would ye deal with me in this wise, with me, the Emir Abu Zeyd?``
Now the ears of the tribe were filled with these sayings, and their mouths with the noise of them. But none was able to turn Abu Zeyd from his way. And his sister Rih came to dissuade him. Yet he listened not to her words, but soothed and consoled her only, and bade her farewell. And he departed on his quest, going by the desolate valleys of the desert.
Then once more the Narrator singeth:

 Saith the hero, Abu Zeyd Salameh Mukheymer:
 ``Needs must I haste abroad to the wide breadths of desert,
 What though I fare afar to death`s unjoyful dwellings?
 Constrained of my guest I go to do her pleasure`s bidding.``
 And speaking thus he turned and went to his pavilion,
 And clothed himself anew in his most cheerful raiment,
 Lengthening his kaftan`s sleeves and rolling broad his turban,
 Till in disguise he stood, a singer of the singers,
 With wallet in his hand and lute for his sole armour,
 But in his head what store of strategy and cunning!
 And thus to the Divan, wherein the chiefs assembled
 Crowded all the floor as it were the market of Amer.
 And when the Sultan Hassan beheld him at the tent ropes,
 Loudly he cried to him, ``Thou goest forth? And whither?
 Tell us, O Abu Zeyd, what meaneth this thy venture?``
 And I, Salameh, said, ``It is a thing of honour.
 A lady came to me, O Hassan, one a stranger,
 To ask a deed of me, and my own tongue hath bound me.
 For when I cried to her, `What is thy need, O lady?`
 She answered, `This I need, the mare of Agheyli Jaber.```
 And the Sultan Hassan hearing, struck his two palms together,
 And he cried, ``O Abu Helal, thine is a case of evil.
 How hast thou staked thy life? Nay, rather leave this daring.
 Thine shall the camels be--ay, even the two thousand.``
 And I, ``Alas, for shame! Such failure were unseemly.
 Or will I bring the mare or stand no more among ye,
 Nay, though my way be death.`` Then answered Abu Musa,
 ``Madman thou art and fool. This is beyond thy winning,
 Not though thy back grew wings.`` And I, ``Forbear vain pleadings.
 Base surely were the man less prompt to do than promise.``
 But next the Kadi came and fingered at his turban,
 And with him Rih my sister, and she called to him, ``Helali,
 Wilt thou not stay this champion?`` And I, ``Nay, hold thy clamour
 Lest I should cut thee short, even with this sword, my sister.``
 And the Kadi: ``Hear, O people. This warrior is foolhardy.
 Bring forth the brazen fetters to bind this Father of Patience.``
 And hearing, Abu Zeyd was wrath with wrath exceeding,
 And his hand set to his sword and ``Ho,`` said he, ``ye mad ones!
 Talk ye to lay in fetter me who am named Salameh,
 Me, the strength of Helal, who clothed the tribe in glory?
 Nay, were it not for shame I would hew ye all in pieces.``
 And Rih cried, ``Woe is me, the burning of my trouble!
 How shall I quench this flame? Yet shall he take our blessing.``
 And I, ``The word farewell is but a wound to the goer.
 Cease, therefore, from thy tears.`` And weeping thus she left me.
 But I my camel mounted and went my way in silence,
 Going by paths unknown in the wide, trackless desert,
 Nor turned my head again when they had turned back silent.
 Thus was our parting done. Shame rest with the gainsayer.
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