Border, Breed Nor Birth Part 16
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Isobel said dryly, "Any other good news?"
Cliff said glumly, "Rumors, rumors, rumors. Half the marabouts in North Africa are proclaiming a jihad in support of the Pan-Islam program of the Arab Union. Listen, Homer, we've got to get the backing of the Moslem leaders."
Homer Crawford grunted. "We need Islam in this part of the world like we need a hole in the head. That's one of the things already wrong with North Africa."
"What's wrong with Islam? It was probably the most dynamic religion ever to sweep the world."
"_Was_ is right," Crawford growled, now on one of his favorite peeve subjects. "The Moslem religion exploded out of Arabia with some new concepts that set the world in ferment from India to Southern France.
For all practical purposes Islam _invented_ science. Sure, the Greeks had logic and the Romans had engineering--without applying the Greek-style logic. But the Arabs amalgamated the two concepts to yield experimental science. They were able to take the intellectual products of a dozen cultures and wield them into one. For a hundred years or so it looked as though they had something."
When he hesitated for a moment, Isobel said, questioningly, "And ..."
"And they couldn't get away from that Q'ran of theirs. They took it seriously. They started off in their big universities, such as those at Fez, being the greatest scientists and scholars the world had ever seen. But the fundamentalists won out, and in a couple of hundred years the only thing being taught at Fez was the Q'ran. To even suggest that all necessary information isn't contained therein, is enough to have you clobbered. Islam became the most reactionary force to suppress progress in the civilized world. In fact, by this period in world history, we don't even think of the Moslem world as particularly civilized."
Cliff said defensively, "The Bible doesn't encourage original thinking either. A fundamentalist ..."
"Sure," Crawford interrupted. "Those elements who take the Bible the way Islam took the Q'ran wind up in the same rut. But _as a whole_, Europe was sparked enough by the original Islamic explosion that the Renaissance resulted, with what world results we all know. Be ..."
There was a roar of confusion outside. A blasting of guns, a shrieking of _Ul-Ul-Ul-Allah Akbar!_
Crawford came to his feet unhappily. "Another contingent of Tuareg,"
he said. "I'll have to give them a quick welcoming to the colors speech."
The guns outside continued their booming.
"Confound it," he growled, "I wish I could break them of that habit of blasting away their ammunition. They'll have better targets before the week is out."
He pushed open the tent flap and, followed by Isobel and Cliff, emerged into the stretch of clearing between his tents and the hovercraft, and the growing Tuareg encampment. His diagnosis had been correct. A contingent of possibly two score Tuareg camelmen had come a-galloping up, shaking rifles above their heads in a small scale gymhana, or fantasia as the Moors called them.
"At least it's a larger group than usual," Cliff said from behind.
"But at this rate, it'll still take a month for us to equal the Arab Legion in Tamanra.s.set." He added in disgust, "And look at this bunch of ragam.u.f.fins. Half of them are carrying muzzleloaders."
The booming muskets and the cracking rifles suddenly began to fall off in intensity and the camelmen and the hordes of Tuareg women and naked children who had swarmed from the tents to greet them were falling silent. Here and there a hand pointed upward.
Homer, Cliff and Isobel swung their own eyes up to the sky in dreaded antic.i.p.ation. The hover-lorry was camouflaged to blend in with the sands and rock outcroppings of this area, but it was possible that an aircraft might have determined that this was El Ha.s.san's base, possibly through some act of a traitor, in which case ...
They found the spot in the sky that the tribesmen were pointing out.
It seemed to move slowly for a military craft, but for that matter it might be a helio-jet and considerably more dangerous, so far as they being spotted was concerned, than a fast moving fighter.
[Ill.u.s.tration]
Guemama, was barking to his men to take cover. Two days before Crawford had checked out several of the more bright-eyed on the flac rifle and now three of them ran to where it was set up at a high point.
But hardly had the confused milling got under way than it fell off again. Movement stopped, and the Tuareg faced the approaching dot in the sky.
"Djinn...!"
"Afrit...!"
Cliff had darted back into the tent, now he emerged with binoculars.
"What the devil is it?" Crawford snapped. Desert trained eyes were evidently considerably more effective than his own. He couldn't see what the tribesmen were gaping at.
"It's the smallest heliohopper _I've_ ever seen," Cliff snorted. "It's so small practically all you can see are the rotors and the pa.s.senger.
He doesn't even look as though he's got a seat."
Guemama came hurrying up, his eyes wide beneath his teguelmoust. "El Ha.s.san! A witchman ... come out of the sky!"
Homer said evenly, "It is nothing. Only post men ready to obey my commands."
Guemama hesitated as though to waver out another protest, but then spun and hurried off--military-like, glad to have an order to obey to keep his mind from the impossible.
"I'm beginning to have a sneaking suspicion--" Crawford began without finis.h.i.+ng. "Come on Isobel, Cliff. We're going to have to make the most of this."
Rex Donaldson, ex-field man for the African Department of the British Commonwealth, dropped the lift lever of his heliohopper and settled to the ground immediately before Homer Crawford who stood there flanked by Isobel Cunningham and Cliff Jackson. Further back and in the form of a crescent were possibly two or three hundred Tuareg of all ages and both s.e.xes.
Donaldson, in the garb of a Dogan juju man consisting of little more than a wisp of cloth about his loins, played it straight, not knowing the setup. On the face of it, he had just flown out of the sky _personally_. The size of his equipment so small as to be all but meaningless.
He unstrapped himself from the thin, bicyclelike seat, and, expressionlessly, folded the rotors of his tiny craft back over themselves and the engine, collapsed the whole thing into a manageable packet of some seventy-five pounds, the seat now becoming a handle, and then turned and faced Crawford.
Donaldson screwed his wizened face into an expression of respect and made a motion of obeisance. Then he waited.
Isobel said, "El Ha.s.san bids you speak."
That was the tip-off, then. Crawford had already revealed himself to these people as El Ha.s.san. Very well.
Donaldson spoke in Arabic, not knowing the Tamaheq tongue. "Aselamu, Aleik.u.m, El Ha.s.san. I come to obey your wishes."
A sigh had gone through the Tuareg. "Aiiiii." _Wallahi, even the djinn obeyed El Ha.s.san!_
With dignity, Homer Crawford said, "Keif halak, all in my house is yours."
Rex Donaldson inclined his small bent body again, in respect.
Crawford said in English, "Let's not carry this _too_ far. Come on into the tent."
Ignoring the Tuareg, who still gaped but held their distance, the four English-speaking Negroes headed for the larger of the two tents that had been set up for El Ha.s.san.
As they pa.s.sed Guemama who stood slightly aside from the other Tuareg with his uncle Melchizedek, the Amenokal, Crawford nodded and said, speaking to them both. "A messenger from my people to the south.
Continue with your newly arrived warriors, O Guemama."
Cliff Jackson had picked up the folded heliohopper and was now carrying it easily.
Guemama looked at the device and blinked.
Border, Breed Nor Birth Part 16
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