The Shaving of Shagpat Part 2
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Now, when they had pa.s.sed before the Chief Vizier and departed, lo! he fell to laughing violently, so that his hair was agitated and was as a sand-cloud over him, and his countenance behind it was as the sun of the desert reflected ripplingly on the waters of a bubbling spring, for it had the aspect of merriness; and the Chief Vizier exclaimed, 'O s.h.i.+bli Bagarag, have I not made fair show?'
And s.h.i.+bli Bagarag said, 'Excellent fair show, O mighty one!' Yet knew he not in what, but he was abject by reason of the thwacks.
So the Vizier said, 'Thou lookest lean, even as one to whom Fortune oweth a long debt. Tell me now of thy barbercraft: perchance thy gain will be great thereby?'
And s.h.i.+bli Bagarag answered, 'My gain has been great, O eminent in rank, but of evil quality, and I am content not to increase it.' And he broke forth into lamentations, crying in excellent verse:--
Why am I thus the sport of all-- A thing Fate knocketh like a ball From point to point of evil chance, Even as the sneer of Circ.u.mstance?
While thirsting for the highest fame, I hunger like the lowest beast: To be the first of men I aim And find myself the least.
Now, the Vizier delayed not when he heard this to have a fair supply set before s.h.i.+bli Bagarag, and meats dressed in divers fas.h.i.+ons, spiced, and coloured, and with herbs, and wines in golden goblets, and slaves in attendance. So s.h.i.+bli Bagarag ate and drank, and presently his soul arose from its prostration, and he cried, 'Wullahy! the head cook of King Shamshureen could have worked no better as regards the restorative process.'
Then said the Chief Vizier, 'O s.h.i.+bli Bagarag, where now is thy tackle?'
And s.h.i.+bli Bagarag winked and nodded and turned his head in the manner of the knowing ones, and he recited the verse:
'Tis well that we are sometimes circ.u.mspect, And hold ourselves in witless ways deterred: One thwacking made me seriously reflect; A SECOND turned the cream of love to curd: Most surely that profession I reject Before the fear of a prospective THIRD.
So the Vizier said, ''Tis well, thou turnest verse neatly' And he exclaimed extemporaneously:
If thou wouldst have thy achievement as high
As the wings of Ambition can fly: If thou the clear summit of hope wouldst attain, And not have thy labour in vain; Be steadfast in that which impell'd, for the peace Of earth he who leaves must have trust: He is safe while he soars, but when faith shall cease, Desponding he drops to the dust.
Then said he, 'Fear no further thwacking, but honour and prosperity in the place of it. What says the poet?--
"We faint, when for the fire There needs one spark; We droop, when our desire Is near its mark."
How near to it art thou, O s.h.i.+bli Bagarag! Know, then, that among this people there is great reverence for the growing of hair, and he that is hairiest is honoured most, wherefore are barbers creatures of especial abhorrence, and of a surety flourish not. And so it is that I owe my station to the esteem I profess for the cultivation of hair, and to my persecution of the clippers of it. And in this kingdom is no one that beareth such a crop as I, saving one, a clothier, an accursed one!--and may a blight fall upon him for his vanity and his affectation of solemn priestliness, and his lolling in his shop-front to be admired and marvelled at by the people. So this fellow I would disgrace and bring to scorn,--this s.h.a.gpat! for he is mine enemy, and the eye of the King my master is on him. Now I conceive thy a.s.sistance in this matter, s.h.i.+bli Bagarag,--thou, a barber.'
When s.h.i.+bli Bagarag heard mention of s.h.a.gpat, and the desire for vengeance in the Vizier, he was as a new man, and he smelt the sweetness of his own revenge as a vulture smelleth the carrion from afar, and he said, 'I am thy servant, thy slave, O Vizier!' Then smiled he as to his own soul, and he exclaimed, 'On my head be it!'
And it was to him as when sudden gusts of perfume from garden roses of the valley meet the traveller's nostril on the hill that overlooketh the valley, filling him with ecstasy and newness of life, delicate visions.
And he cried, 'Wullahy! this is fair; this is well! I am he that was appointed to do thy work, O man in office! What says the poet?--
"The destined hand doth strike the fated blow: Surely the arrow's fitted to the bow!"
And he says:
"The feathered seed for the wind delayeth, The wind above the garden swayeth, The garden of its burden knoweth, The burden falleth, sinketh, soweth."'
So the Vizier chuckled and nodded, saying, 'Right, right! aptly spoken, O youth of favour! 'Tis even so, and there is wisdom in what is written:
"Chance is a poor knave; Its own sad slave; Two meet that were to meet: Life 's no cheat."'
Upon that he cried, 'First let us have with us the Eclipser of Reason, and take counsel with her, as is my custom.'
Now, the Vizier made signal to a slave in attendance, and the slave departed from the Hall, and the Vizier led s.h.i.+bli Bagarag into a closer chamber, which had a smooth floor of inlaid silver and silken hangings, the windows looking forth on the gardens of the palace and its fountains and cool recesses of shade and temperate sweetness. While they sat there conversing in this metre and that, measuring quotations, lo! the old woman, the affianced of s.h.i.+bli Bagarag--and she sumptuously arrayed, in perfect queenliness, her head bound in a circlet of gems and gold, her figure l.u.s.trous with a full robe of flowing crimson silk; and she wore slippers embroidered with golden traceries, and round her waist a girdle flas.h.i.+ng with jewels, so that to look on she was as a long falling water in the last bright slant of the sun. Her hair hung disarranged, and spread in a scattered fas.h.i.+on off her shoulders; and she was younger by many moons, her brow smooth where s.h.i.+bli Bagarag had given the kiss of contract, her hand soft and white where he had taken it. s.h.i.+bli Bagarag was smitten with astonishment at sight of her, and he thought, 'Surely the aspect of this old woman would realise the story of Bhanavar the Beautiful; and it is a story marvellous to think of; yet how great is the likeness between Bhanavar and this old woman that groweth younger!'
And he thought again, 'What if the story of Bhanavar be a true one; this old woman such as she--no other?'
So, while he considered her, the Vizier exclaimed, 'Is she not fair--my daughter?'
And the youth answered, 'She is, O Vizier, that she is!'
But the Vizier cried, 'Nay, by Allah! she is that she will be.' And the Vizier said, ''Tis she that is my daughter; tell me thy thought of her, as thou thinkest it.'
And s.h.i.+bli Bagarag replied, 'O Vizier, my thought of her is, she seemeth indeed as Bhanavar the Beautiful--no other.'
Then the Vizier and the Eclipser of Reason exclaimed together, 'How of Bhanavar and her story, O youth? We listen!'
So s.h.i.+bli Bagarag leaned slightly on a cus.h.i.+on of a couch, and narrated as followeth.
AND THIS IS THE STORY OF BHANAVAR THE BEAUTIFUL
Know that at the foot of a lofty mountain of the Caucasus there lieth a deep blue lake; near to this lake a nest of serpents, wise and ancient.
Now, it was the habit of a damsel to pa.s.s by the lake early at morn, on her way from the tents of her tribe to the pastures of the flocks. As she pressed the white arch of her feet on the soft green-mossed gra.s.ses by the sh.o.r.e of the lake she would let loose her hair, looking over into the water, and bind the braid again round her temples and behind her ears, as it had been in a lucent mirror: so doing she would laugh. Her laughter was like the falls of water at moonrise; her loveliness like the very moonrise; and she was stately as a palm-tree standing before the moon.
This was Bhanavar the Beautiful.
Now, the damsel was betrothed to the son of a neighbouring Emir, a youth comely, well-fas.h.i.+oned, skilled with the bow, apt in all exercises; one that sat his mare firm as the trained falcon that fixeth on the plunging bull of the plains; fair and terrible in combat as the lightning that strideth the rolling storm; and it is sung by the poet:
When on his desert mare I see My prince of men, I think him then As high above humanity As he s.h.i.+nes radiant over me.
Lo! like a torrent he doth bound, Breasting the shock From rock to rock: A pillar of storm, he shakes the ground,
His turban on his temples wound.
Match me for worth to be adored A youth like him In heart and limb!
Swift as his anger is his sword; Softer than woman his true word.
Now, the love of this youth for the damsel Bhanavar was a consuming pa.s.sion, and the father of the damsel and the father of the youth looked fairly on the prospect of their union, which was near, and was plighted as the union of the two tribes. So they met, and there was no voice against their meeting, and all the love that was in them they were free to pour forth far from the hearing of men, even where they would. Before the rising of the sun, and ere his setting, the youth rode swiftly from the green tents of the Emir his father, to waylay her by the waters of the lake; and Bhanavar was there, bending over the lake, her image in the lake glowing like the fair fulness of the moon; and the youth leaned to her from his steed, and sang to her verses of her great loveliness ere she was wistful of him. Then she turned to him, and laughed lightly a welcome of sweetness, and shook the falls of her hair across the blushes of her face and her bosom; and he folded her to him, and those two would fondle together in the fas.h.i.+on of the betrothed ones (the blessing of Allah be on them all!), gazing on each other till their eyes swam with tears, and they were nigh swooning with the fulness of their bliss.
Surely 'twas an innocent and tender dalliance, and their prattle was that of lovers till the time of parting, he showing her how she looked best--she him; and they were forgetful of all else that is, in their sweet interchange of flatteries; and the world was a wilderness to them both when the youth parted with Bhanavar by the brook which bounded the tents of her tribe.
It was on a night when they were so together, the damsel leaning on his arm, her eyes toward the lake, and lo! what seemed the reflection of a large star in the water; and there was darkness in the sky above it, thick clouds, and no sight of the heavens; so she held her face to him sideways and said, 'What meaneth this, O my betrothed? for there is reflected in yonder lake a light as of a star, and there is no star visible this night.'
The youth trembled as one in trouble of spirit, and exclaimed, 'Look not on it, O my soul! It is of evil omen.'
But Bhanavar kept her gaze constantly on the light, and the light increased in l.u.s.tre; and the light became, from a pale sad splendour, dazzling in its brilliancy. Listening, they heard presently a gurgling noise as of one deeply drinking. Then the youth sighed a heavy sigh and said, 'This is the Serpent of the Lake drinking of its waters, as is her wont once every moon, and whoso heareth her drink by the sheening of that light is under a destiny dark and imminent; so know I my days are numbered, and it was foretold of me, this!' Now the youth sought to dissuade Bhanavar from gazing on the light, and he flung his whole body before her eyes, and clasped her head upon his breast, and clung about her, caressing her; yet she slipped from him, and she cried, 'Tell me of this serpent, and of this light.'
So he said, 'Seek not to hear of it, O my betrothed!'
Then she gazed at the light a moment more intently, and turned her fair shape toward him, and put up her long white fingers to his chin, and smoothed him with their softness, whispering, 'Tell me of it, my life!'
And so it was that her winningness melted him, and he said, 'Bhanavar!
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