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hers。
〃Hear it！〃 he said； muttering against her lips。 〃Hear it。 I love you
I love you。〃
The two birds they had seen flew back beneath the trees； turned in an
airy circle； rose above the trees into the blue sky； and； side by
side； winged their way out of the garden to the desert。
BOOK IV。 THE JOURNEY
CHAPTER XVI
In the evening before the day of Domini's marriage with Androvsky
there was a strange sunset； which attracted even the attention and
roused the comment of the Arabs。 The day had been calm and beautiful；
one of the most lovely days of the North African spring； and Batouch；
resting from the triumphant labour of superintending the final
preparations for a long desert journey； augured a morning of Paradise
for the departure along the straight road that led at last to
Tombouctou。 But as the radiant afternoon drew to its end there came
into the blue sky a whiteness that suggested a heaven turning pale in
the contemplation of some act that was piteous and terrible。 And under
this blanching heaven the desert； and all things and people of the
oasis of Beni…Mora； assumed an aspect of apprehension； as if they felt
themselves to be in the thrall of some power whose omnipotence they
could not question and whose purpose they feared。 This whiteness was
shot； at the hour of sunset； with streaks of sulphur yellow and
dappled with small； ribbed clouds tinged with yellow…green； a bitter
and cruel shade of green that distressed the eyes as a merciless light
distresses them； but these colours quickly faded； and again the
whiteness prevailed for a brief space of time before the heavy falling
of a darkness unpierced by stars。 With this darkness came a faint
moaning of hollow wind from the desert； a lamentable murmur that
shuddered over the great spaces； crept among the palms and the flat…
roofed houses； and died away at the foot of the brown mountains beyond
the Hammam Salahine。 The succeeding silence； short and intense； was
like a sound of fear； like the cry of a voice lifted up in protest
against the approach of an unknown； but dreaded； fate。 Then the wind
came again with a stronger moaning and a lengthened life； not yet
forceful； not yet with all its powers； but more tenacious； more
acquainted with itself and the deeds that it might do when the night
was black among the vast sands which were its birth…place； among the
crouching plains and the trembling palm groves that would be its
battle…ground。
Batouch looked grave as he listened to the wind and the creaking of
the palm stems one against another。 Sand came upon his face。 He pulled
the hood of his burnous over his turban and across his cheeks； covered
his mouth with a fold of his haik and stared into the blackness； like
an animal in search of something his instinct has detected approaching
from a distance。
Ali was beside him in the doorway of the Cafe Maure； a slim Arab boy；
bronze…coloured and serious as an idol； who was a troubadour of the
Sahara； singer of 〃Janat〃 and many lovesongs； player of the guitar
backed with sand tortoise and faced with stretched goatskin。 Behind
them swung an oil lamp fastened to a beam of palm； and the red ashes
glowed in the coffee niche and shed a ray upon the shelf of small
white cups with faint designs of gold。 In a corner； his black face and
arms faintly relieved against the wall； an old negro crouched； gazing
into vacancy with bulging eyes； and beating with a curved palm stem
upon an oval drum； whose murmur was deep and hollow as the murmur of
the wind； and seemed indeed its echo prisoned within the room and
striving to escape。
〃There is sand on my eyelids；〃 said Batouch。 〃It is bad for to…morrow。
When Allah sends the sands we should cover the face and play the
ladies' game within the cafe； we should not travel on the road towards
the south。〃
Ali said nothing； but drew up his haik over his mouth and nose； and
looked into the night； folding his thin hands in his burnous。
〃Achmed will sleep in the Bordj of Arba；〃 continued Batouch in a low；
murmuring voice； as if speaking to himself。 〃And the beasts will be in
the court。 Nothing can remain outside； for there will be a greater
roaring of the wind at Arba。 Can it be the will of Allah that we rest
in the tents to…morrow？〃
Ali made no answer。 The wind had suddenly died down。
The sand grains came no more against their eyelids and the folds of
their haiks。 Behind them the negro's drum gave out monotonously its
echo of the wind； filling the silence of the night。
〃Whatever Allah sends；〃 Batouch went on softly after a pause； 〃Madame
will go。 She is brave as the lion。 There is no jackal in Madame。 Irena
is not more brave than she is。 But Madame will never wear the veil for
a man's sake。 She will not wear the veil； but she could give a knife…
thrust if he were to look at another woman as he has looked at her； as
he will look at her to…morrow。 She is proud as a Touareg and there is
fierceness in her。 But he will never look at another woman as he will
look at her to…morrow。 The Roumi is not as we are。〃
The wind came back to join its sound with the drum； imprisoning the
two Arabs in a muttering circle。
〃They will not care；〃 said Batouch。 〃They will go out into the storm
without fear。〃
The sand pattered more sharply on his eyelids。 He drew back into the
cafe。 Ali followed him； and they squatted down side by side upon the
ground and looked before them seriously。 The noise of the wind
increased till it nearly drowned the noise of the negro's drum。
Presently the one…eyed owner of the cafe brought them two cups of
coffee； setting the cups near their stockinged feet。 They rolled two
cigarettes and smoked in silence； sipping the coffee from time to
time。 Then Ali began to glance towards the negro。 Half shutting his
eyes； and assuming a languid expression that was almost sickly； he
stretched his lips in a smile； gently moving his head from side to
side。 Batouch watched him。 Presently he opened his lips and began to
sing：
〃The love of women is like a date that is golden in the sun；
That is golden
The love of women is like a gazelle that comes to drink
To drink at the water springs
The love of women is like the nargileh； and like the dust of the keef
That is mingled with tobacco and with honey。
Put the reed between thy lips； O loving man！
And draw dreams from the haschish that is the love of women！
Janat！ Janat！ Janat！〃
The wind grew louder and sand was blown along the cafe floor and about
the coffee…cups。
〃The love of women is like the rose of the Caid's garden
That is full of silver tears
The love of women is like the first day of the spring
When the children play at Cora
The love of women is like the Derbouka that has been warmed at the fire
And gives out a sweet sound。
Take it in thy hands； O loving man！
And sing to the Derbouka that is the love of women。
Janat！ Janat！ Janat！〃
In the doorway； where the lamp swung from the beam； a man in European
dress stood still to listen。 The wind wailed behind him and stirred
his clothes。 His eyes shone in the faint light with a fierceness of
emotion in which there was