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the hungry stones and other stories-第2章

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at all sorts of incurable diseases find an easy prey。  I sent for my cook and gave orders for a rich; sumptuous moghlai dinner; redolent of spices and ghi。

Next morning the whole affair appeared a queer fantasy。  With a light heart I put on a sola hat like the sahebs; and drove out to my work。  I was to have written my quarterly report that day; and expected to return late; but before it was dark I was strangely drawn to my houseby what I could not sayI felt they were all waiting; and that I should delay no longer。  Leaving my report unfinished I rose; put on my sola hat; and startling the dark; shady; desolate path with the rattle of my carriage; I reached the vast silent palace standing on the gloomy skirts of the hills。

On the first floor the stairs led to a very spacious hall; its roof stretching wide over ornamental arches resting on three rows of massive pillars; and groaning day and night under the weight of its own intense solitude。  The day had just closed; and the lamps had not yet been lighted。  As I pushed the door open a great bustle seemed to follow within; as if a throng of people had broken up in confusion; and rushed out through the doors and windows and corridors and verandas and rooms; to make its hurried escape。

As I saw no one I stood bewildered; my hair on end in a kind of ecstatic delight; and a faint scent of attar and unguents almost effected by age lingered in my nostrils。  Standing in the darkness of that vast desolate hall between the rows of those ancient pillars; I could hear the gurgle of fountains plashing on the marble floor; a strange tune on the guitar; the jingle of ornaments and the tinkle of anklets; the clang of bells tolling the hours; the distant note of nahabat; the din of the crystal pendants of chandeliers shaken by the breeze; the song of bulbuls from the cages in the corridors; the cackle of storks in the gardens; all creating round me a strange unearthly music。

Then I came under such a spell that this intangible; inaccessible; unearthly vision appeared to be the only reality in the worldand all else a mere dream。  That I; that is to say; Srijut So…and…so; the eldest son of  So…and…so of blessed memory; should be drawing a monthly salary of Rs。 450 by the discharge of my duties as collector of cotton duties; and driving in my dog…cart to my office every day in a short coat and soia hat; appeared to me to be such an astonishingly ludicrous illusion that I burst into a horse…laugh; as I stood in the gloom of that vast silent hall。

At that moment my servant entered with a lighted kerosene lamp in his hand。  I do not know whether he thought me mad; but it came back to me at once that I was in very deed Srijut So…and…so; son of  So…and…so of blessed memory; and that; while our poets; great and small; alone could say whether inside of or outside the earth there was a region where unseen fountains perpetually played and fairy guitars; struck by invisible fingers; sent forth an eternal harmony; this at any rate was certain; that I collected duties at the cotton market at Banch; and earned thereby Rs。 450 per mensem as my salary。  I laughed in great glee at my curious illusion; as I sat over the newspaper at my camp…table; lighted by the kerosene lamp。

After I had finished my paper and eaten my moghlai dinner; I put out the lamp; and lay down on my bed in a small side…room。  Through the open window a radiant star; high above the Avalli hills skirted by the darkness of their woods; was gazing intently from millions and millions of miles away in the sky at Mr。 Collector lying on a humble camp… bedstead。  I wondered and felt amused at the idea; and do not knew when I fell asleep or how long I slept; but I suddenly awoke with a start; though I heard no sound and saw no intruderonly the steady bright star on the hilltop had set; and the dim light of the new moon was stealthily entering the room through the open window; as if ashamed of its intrusion。

I saw nobody; but felt as if some one was gently pushing me。  As I awoke she said not a word; but beckoned me with her five fingers bedecked with rings to follow her cautiously。  I got up noiselessly; and; though not a soul save myself was there in the countless apartments of that deserted palace with its slumbering sounds and waiting echoes; I feared at every step lest any one should wake up。  Most of the rooms of the palace were always kept closed; and I had never entered them。

I followed breathless and with silent steps my invisible guideI cannot now say where。  What endless dark and narrow passages; what long corridors; what silent and solemn audience…chambers and close secret cells I crossed!

Though I could not see my fair guide; her form was not invisible to my mind's eye; an Arab girl; her arms; hard and smooth as marble; visible through her loose sleeves; a thin veil falling on her face from the fringe of her cap; and a curved dagger at her waist!  Methought that one of the thousand and one Arabian Nights had been wafted to me from the world of romance; and that at the dead of night I was wending my way through the dark narrow alleys of slumbering Bagdad to a  trysting…place fraught with peril。

At last my fair guide stopped abruptly before a deep blue screen; and seemed to point to something below。  There was nothing there; but a sudden dread froze the blood in my heart…methought I saw there on the floor at the foot of the screen a terrible negro eunuch dressed in rich brocade; sitting and dozing with outstretched legs; with a naked sword on his lap。  My fair guide lightly tripped over his legs and held up a fringe of the screen。  I could catch a glimpse of a part of the room spread with a Persian carpetsome one was sitting inside on a bedI could not see her; but only caught a glimpse of two exquisite feet in gold…embroidered slippers; hanging out from loose saffron…coloured paijamas and placed idly on the orange…coloured velvet carpet。  On one side there was a bluish crystal tray on which a few apples; pears; oranges; and bunches of grapes in plenty; two small cups and a gold… tinted decanter were evidently waiting the guest。  A fragrant intoxicating vapour; issuing from a strange sort of incense that burned within; almost overpowered my senses。

As with trembling heart I made an attempt to step across the outstretched legs of the eunuch; he woke up suddenly with a start; and the sword fell from his lap with a sharp clang on the marble floor。  A terrific scream made me jump; and I saw I was sitting on that camp… bedstead of mine sweating heavily; and the crescent moon looked pale in the morning light like a weary sleepless patient at dawn; and our crazy Meher Ali was crying out; as is his daily custom; 〃Stand back!  Stand back!!〃 while he went along the lonely road。

Such was the abrupt close of one of my Arabian Nights; but there were yet a thousand nights left。

Then followed a great discord between my days and nights。  During the day I would go to my work worn and tired; cursing the bewitching night and her empty dreams; but as night came my daily life with its bonds and shackles of work would appear a petty; false; ludicrous vanity。

After nightfall I was caught and overwhelmed in the snare of a strange intoxication; I would then be transformed into some unknown personage of a bygone age; playing my part in unwritten history; and my short English coat and tight breeches did not suit me in the least。  With a red velvet cap on my head; loose paijamas; an embroidered vest; a long flowing silk gown; and coloured handkerchiefs scented with attar; I would complete my elaborate toilet; sit on a high…cushioned chair; and replace my cigarette with a many…coiled narghileh filled with rose…water; as if in eager expectation of a strange meeting with the beloved one。

I have no power to describe the marvellous incidents that unfolded themselves; as the gloom of the night deepened。  I felt as if in the curious apartments of that vast edifice the fragments of a beautiful story; which I could follow for some distance; but of which I could never see the end; flew about in a sudden gust of the vernal breeze。 And all the same I would wander from room to room in pursuit of them the whole night long。

Amid the eddy of these
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