"Keep to the track as far as Tetuan," they said to her, "and then ask for the road to Shawan." One old creature threw a blanket over her head in such a way that it might cover her face."Faces like yours are not for the daylight," the old body whispered, and then Naomi set forward on her journey.The women watched her while she mounted the hill that goes up to the fondak, and then sinks out of sight beyond it."Poor mad little fool," they whimpered; "that's the end of her! She'll never come back.Too many men about for that.
And now," they said, facing each other with looks of suspicion and envy, "what of the creatures?"While the good souls were dividing her possessions among them, Naomi was awakening to some vague sense of her difficulties and dangers.
She had thought it would be easy to ask her way, but now that she had need to do so she was afraid to speak.The sight of a strange face alarmed her, and she was terrified when she met a company of wandering Arabs changing pasture, with the young women and children on camels, the old women trudging on foot under loads of cans and kettles, the boys driving the herds, and the men, armed with long flintlocks, riding their prancing barbs.Her poor little mule came to a stand in the midst of this cavalcade, and she was too bewildered to urge it on.
Also her fear which had first caused her to cover her face with the blanket that her neighbour had given her, now made her forget to do so, and the men as they passed her peered close into her eyes.
Such glances made her blood to tingle.They seared her very soul, and she began to know the meaning of shame.
Nevertheless, she tried to keep up a brave heart and to push forward.
"He is starving in prison," she told herself; "I must lose no time."It was a weary journey.Everything was new to her, and nearly everything was terrible.She was even perplexed to see that however far she travelled she came upon men and women and children.
It was so strange that all the world was peopled.Yet sometimes she wished there were more people everywhere.That was when she was crossing a barren waste with no house in sight and never a sign of human life on any side.But oftener she wished that the people were not so many; and that was when the children mocked at her mule, or the women jeered at her as if she must needs be a base person because she was alone, or the men laughed and leered into her uncovered face.
Before she had gone many miles her heart began to fail.
Everything was unlike what she expected.She had thought the world so good that she had but to say to any that asked her of her errand, "My father is in prison, they say that he is starving;I am taking him food," and every one would help her forward.
Though she had never put it to herself so, yet she had reckoned in this way in spite of the warnings of her neighbours.
But no one was helping her forward; few were looking on her with goodwill, and fewer still with pity and cheer.
The jogging of the mule, a most bony and stiff-limbed beast, had flattened the panniers that hung by its side, and made the round cakes of bread to protrude from the open mouth of one of them.
Seeing this, a line of market-women going by, with bags of charcoal on their backs, snatched a cake each as they passed and munched them and laughed.Naomi tried to protest."The bread is for my father,"she faltered; "he is in prison; they say he--" But the expostulation that began thus timidly broke down of itself, for the women laughed again out of their mouths choked with the bread, and in another moment they were gone.
Naomi's spirit was crushed, but she tried to keep up a brave front still.
To speak of her father again would be to shame him.The poor little illusions of the sweetness and goodness of the world which, in spite of vague recollections of Tetuan, she had struggled, since the coming of her sight, to build up in her fresh young soul, were now tumbling to pieces.After all, the world was very cruel.
It was the same as if an angel out of the clouds had fallen on to the earth and found her feet mired with clay.
Six hours after she had set out from her home Naomi came to a fondak which stood in those days outside the walls of Tetuan on the south-western side.The darkness had closed in by this time, and she must needs rest there for the night, but never until then had she reflected that for such accommodation she would need money.
Only a few coppers were necessary, only twenty moozoonahs, that she might lie in the shelter and safety of one of the pens that were built for the sleep of human creatures, and that her mule might be tethered and fed on the manure heap that constituted the square space within.At last she bethought her of her eggs, and, though it went to her heart to use for herself what was meant for her father, she parted with twelve of them, and some cakes of the bread besides, that she might be allowed to pass the gate, telling herself repeatedly, with big throbs of remorse between her protestations, that unless she did so her father might never get anything at all.
The fondak was a miserable place, full of farming people who were to go on to market at Tetuan in the morning, of many animals of burden, and of countless dogs.It was the eve of the month of Rabya el-ooal, and between the twilight and the coming of night certain of the men watched for the new moon, and when its thin bow appeared in the sky they signalled its advent after their usual manner by firing their flintlocks into the air, while their women, who were squatting around, kept up a cooing chorus.Then came eating and drinking, and laughing and singing, and playing the ginbri, and feats of juggling, as well as snarling and quarrelling and fighting, and also peacemaking by means of a cudgel wielded by the keeper of the fondak.With such exercises the night passed into morning.
