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T. E. Lawrence, Seven Pillars of
Wisdom
BOOK SIX
CHAPTER 81
An erring friend Nov. 1917 - Moving south 22.11.17
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A man puzzled 23.11.17 - Rahail provoked 24.11.17 -
Road weary 25.11.17 - The prize 11.12.17
Xury, the Druse Emir of Salkhad, reached our old
castle just before me on his first visit to Sherif Ali. He told us
the rest of the history of the Emir Abd el Kader, the Algerian.
After stealing away from us he had ridden straight to their village,
and entered in triumph, the Arab flag displayed, and his seven
horsemen cantering about him, firing joy-shots. The people were
astonished, and the Turkish Governor protested that such doings were
an insult to him. He was introduced to Abd el Kader, who, sitting in
pomp on the divan, made a bombastic speech, stating that the Sherif
now took over Jebel Druse through his agency, and all existing
officials were confirmed in their appointments.
Next morning he made a second progress through the
district. The suffering Governor complained again. Emir Abd el Kader
drew his gold-mounted Meccan sword, and swore that with it he would
cut off Jemal Pasha's head. The Druses reproved him, vowing that
such things should not be said in their house before his Excellency
the Governor. Abd el Kader called them whoresons, ingle's accidents,
sons of a bitch, profiteering cuckolds and pimps, jetting his
insults broadcast to the room-full. The Druses got angry. Abd el
Kader flung raging out of the house and mounted, shouting that when
he stamped his foot all Jebel Druse would rise on his side.
With his seven servants, he spurred down the road to
Deraa Station, which he entered as he had entered Salkhad. The
Turks, who knew his madness of old, left him to play. They
disbelieved even his yarn that Ali and I would try the Yarmuk bridge
that night. When, however, we did, they took a graver view, and sent
him under custody to Damascus. Jemal's brutal humour was amused, and
he enlarged him as a butt. Abd el Kader gradually became amenable.
The Turks began to use him once more as agent provocateur and
dissipator of the energy generated by their local Syrian
nationalists.
The weather was now dreadful, with sleet and snow and
storms continually; it was obvious that at Azrak there would be
nothing but teaching and preaching in the next months. For this I
was not eager. When necessary, I had done my share of proselytizing
fatigues, converting as best I could; conscious all the time of my
strangeness, and of the incongruity of an alien's advocating
national liberty. The war for me held a struggle to side-track
thought, to get into the people's attitude of accepting the revolt
naturally and trustingly. I had to persuade myself that the British
Government could really keep the spirit of its promises. Especially
was this difficult when I was tired and ill, when the delirious
activity of my brain tore to shreds my patience. And then, after the
blunt Beduin, who would thrust in, hailing me 'Ya Auruns', and put
their need without compliments, these smooth townspeople were
maddening as they crawled for the favour of an audience with their
Prince and Bey and Lord and Deliverer. Such imputed dignities, like
body armour in a duel, were no doubt useful; but uncomfortable, and
mean, too.
I had never been a lofty person; on the contrary I
had tried to be accessible to everyone, even if it continually felt
as though most of them came and saw me every day. I had striven as
eloquently as I could by my own example to keep plain the standard
of existence. I had had no tents, no cooks, no body-servants: just
my guards, who were fighting men, not servile: and behold these
Byzantine shopkeepers endeavouring to corrupt our simplicity! So I
flung away from them in a rage, determined to go south and see if
anything active could be done, in the cold weather, about the Dead
Sea, which the enemy held as a trench dividing us from Palestine.
My remaining money was handed over to Sherif Ali, for
his maintenance till the spring; and the Indians were commended to
his care. Particularly we bought them fresh riding-camels, in case
the need to move came suddenly upon them in the winter; though the
daily news of a threat by the Turks against Azrak was scornfully
discounted by young Ali. He and I took affectionate leave of one
another. Ali gave me half his wardrobe: shirts, head-cloths, belts,
tunics. I gave him an equivalent half of mine, and we kissed like
David and Jonathan, each wearing the other's clothes. Afterwards,
with Rahail only, on my two best camels, I struck away southward.
We left Azrak one evening, riding into a glowing
west, while over our heads schools of cranes flew into the sunset
like the out-drawn barbs of arrows. It was toilsome from the start.
Night was deep by Wadi Butum, where the conditions became even
worse. All the plain was wet, and our poor camels slithered and fell
time and again. We fell as often as they did, but at least our part
of sitting still, between falls, was easier than their part of
movement. By midnight we had crossed the Ghadaf and the quag felt
too awful for further progress. Also the mishandling at Deraa had
left me curiously faint; my muscles seemed at once pappy and
inflamed, and all effort frightened me in anticipation. So we
halted.
We slept where we were, in the mud; rose up plated
with it at dawn; and smiled crackily at one another. The wind blew,
and the ground began to dry. It was important, for I wanted to reach
Akaba before Wood's men had left it with the return caravan, and
their eight days' start called for speed. My body's reluctance to
ride hard was another (and perverse) reason for forcing the march.
Until noon we made poor travelling, for the camels still broke
through the loose crust of flints, and foundered in the red
under-clay. After noon, on the higher ground, we did better, and
began rapidly to close the white sky-tents which were the
Thlaithakhwat peaks.
Suddenly shots rang out at close range, and four
mouthing men dashed down the slope towards us. I stopped my camel
peaceably. Seeing this they jumped off, and ran to us brandishing
their arms. They asked who I was: volunteering that they were Jazi
Howietat. This was an open lie, because their camel-brands were
Faiz. They covered us with rifles at four yards, and told us to
dismount. I laughed at them, which was good tactics with Beduin at a
crisis. They were puzzled. I asked the loudest if he knew his name.
He stared at me, thinking I was mad. He came nearer, with his finger
on the trigger, and I bent down to him and whispered that it must be
'Teras'
since no other tradesman could be so rude. As I spoke, I covered him
with a pistol hidden under my cloak.
It was a shooting insult, but he was so astonished
that anyone should provoke an armed man, as to give up for the
moment his thought of murdering. He took a step back, and looked
around, fearful that there was a reserve somewhere, to give us
confidence. At once I rode off slowly, with a creepy feeling in my
back, calling Rahail to follow. They let him go too, unhurt. When we
were a hundred yards away, they repented themselves, and began to
shoot, but we dashed over the watershed into the next depression,
and across it cantered more confidently into safe ground.
From the ridge at sunset we looked back for an
instant upon the northern plain, as it sank away from us greyly,
save that here and there glowed specks or great splashes of crimson
fire, the reflection of the dying sun in shallow pools of rain-water
on the flats. These eyes of a dripping bloody redness were so much
more visible than the plain that they carried our sight miles into
the haze, and seemed to hang detached in the distant sky, tilted up,
like mirage.
We passed Bair long after dark, when only its latest
tent-fires still shone. As we went we saw the stars mirrored in a
valley bottom, and were able to water our breathless camels in a
pool of yesterday's rain. After their drink we eased them for half
an hour. This night-journeying was hard on both men and animals. By
day the camels saw the irregularities of their path, and undulated
over them; and the rider could swing his body to miss the jerk of a
long or short stride: but by night everything was blinded, and the
march racked with shocks. I had a heavy bout of fever on me, which
made me angry, so that I paid no attention to Rahail's appeals for
rest. That young man had maddened all of us for months by his
abundant vigour, and by laughing at our weaknesses; so this time I
was determined to ride him out, showing no mercy. Before dawn he was
blubbering with self-pity; but softly, lest I hear him.
Dawn in Jefer came imperceptibly through the mist
like a ghost of sunlight, which left the earth untouched, and
demonstrated itself as a glittering blink against the eyes alone.
Things at their heads stood matt against the pearl-grey horizon, and
at their feet melted softly into the ground. Our shadows had no
edge: we doubted if that faint stain upon the soil below was cast by
us or not. In the forenoon we reached Auda's camp; and stopped for a
greeting, and a few Jauf dates. Auda could not provide us a relay of
camels. We mounted again to get over the railway in the early night.
Rahail was past protest now. He rode beside me white-faced, bleak
and silent, wrought up only to outstay me, beginning to take a half
pride in his pains.
Even had we started fair, he had the advantage anyhow
over me in strength, and now I was nearly finished. Step by step I
was yielding myself to a slow ache which conspired with my abating
fever and the numb monotony of riding to close up the gate of my
senses. I seemed at last approaching the insensibility which had
always been beyond my reach: but a delectable land: for one born so
slug-tissued that nothing this side fainting would let his spirit
free. Now I found myself dividing into parts. There was one which
went on riding wisely, sparing or helping every pace of the wearied
camel. Another hovering above and to the right bent down curiously,
and asked what the flesh was doing. The flesh gave no answer, for,
indeed, it was conscious only of a ruling impulse to keep on and on;
but a third garrulous one talked and wondered, critical of the
body's self-inflicted labour, and contemptuous of the reason for
effort.
The night passed in these mutual conversations. My
unseeing eyes saw the dawn-goal in front; the head of the pass,
below which that other world of Rumm lay out like a sunlit map; and
my parts debated that the struggle might be worthy, but the end
foolishness and a re-birth of trouble. The spent body toiled on
doggedly and took no heed, quite rightly, for the divided selves
said nothing which I was not capable of thinking in cold blood; they
were all my natives. Telesius, taught by some such experience, split
up the soul. Had he gone on, to the furthest limit of exhaustion, he
would have seen his conceived regiment of thoughts and acts and
feelings ranked around him as separate creatures; eyeing, like
vultures, the passing in their midst of the common thing which gave
them life.
Rahail collected me out of my death-sleep by jerking
my head-stall and striking me, while he shouted that we had lost our
direction, and were wandering toward the Turkish lines at Aba el
Lissan. He was right, and we had to make a long cut back to reach
Batra safely. We walked down the steeper portions of the pass, and
then stumbled along Wadi Hafira. In its midst a gallant little
Howeiti, aged perhaps fourteen, darted out against us, finger on
trigger, and told us to stand and explain; which we did, laughing.
The lad blushed, and pleaded that his father's camels kept him
always in the field so that he had not known us either by sight or
by description. He begged that we would not do him shame by
betraying his error. The incident broke the tension between Rahail
and myself; and, chatting, we rode out upon the Gaa. There under the
tamarisk we passed the middle hour of the day in sleep, since by our
slowness in the march over Batra we had lost the possibility of
reaching Akaba within the three days from Azrak. The breaking of our
intention we took quietly. Rumm's glory would not let a man waste
himself in feverish regrets.
We rode up its valley in the early afternoon; easier
now and exchanging jests with one another, as the long winter
evening crept down. When we got past the Khazail in the ascent we
found the sun veiled behind level banks of low clouds in the west,
and enjoyed a rich twilight of the English sort. In Itm the mist
steamed up gently from the soil, and collected into wool-white
masses in each hollow. We reached Akaba at midnight, and slept
outside the camp till breakfast, when I called on Joyce, and found
the caravan not yet ready to start: indeed Wood was only a few days
returned.
Later came urgent orders for me to go up at once to
Palestine by air. Croil flew me to Suez. Thence I went up to
Allenby's headquarters beyond Gaza. He was so full of victories that
my short statement that we had failed to carry a Yarmuk bridge was
sufficient, and the miserable details of failure could remain
concealed.
While I was still with him, word came from Chetwode
that Jerusalem had fallen; and Allenby made ready to enter in the
official manner which the catholic imagination of Mark Sykes had
devised. He was good enough, although I had done nothing for the
success, to let Clayton take me along as his staff officer for the
day. The personal Staff tricked me out in their spare clothes till I
looked like a major in the British Army. Dalmeny lent me red tabs,
Evans his brass hat; so that I had the gauds of my appointment in
the ceremony of the Jaffa gate, which for me was the supreme moment
of the war.
  
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