Israel took Naomi by the hand, but no present with either of them, and followed the children, going past the booths, the blind beggars, the lepers, and the shrieking Arabs that lay thick about the gate, through the iron-clamped door, and into the quadrangle, where groups of women stood together closely covered in their blankets--the mothers and sisters of the children, permitted to see their little ones pass into the Kasbah, but allowed to go no farther--then down the crooked passage, past the tiny mosque, like a closet, and the bath, like a dungeon, and finally into the pillared patio, paved and walled with tiles.
This was the place of the festival, and it was filled already with a great company of children, their fathers and their teachers.
Moors, Arabs, Berbers, and Jews, clad in their various costumes of white and blue and black and red--they were a gorgeous, a voluptuous, and, perhaps, a beautiful spectacle in the morning sunlight.
As Israel entered, with Naomi by the hand, he was conscious that every eye was on them, and as they passed through the way that was made for them, he heard the whispered exclamations of the people.
"Shoof!" muttered a Moor."See!" "It's himself," said a Jew.
"And the child," said another Jew."Allah has smitten her," said an Arab "Blind and dumb and deaf," said another Moor "God be gracious to my father!" said another Arab.
Musicians were playing in the gallery that ran round the court, and from the flat roof above it the women of the Governor's hareem, not yet dispersed, his four lawful Mohammedan wives, and many concubines, were gazing furtively down from behind their haiks.There was a fountain in the middle of the patio, and at the farther end of it, within an alcove that opened out of a horseshoe arch, beneath ceilings hung with stalactites, against walls covered with silken haities, and on Rabat rugs of many colours, sat Ben Aboo and his Christian bride.
It was there that Israel saw the Spaniard for the first time, and at the instant of recognition he shivered as with cold.
She was a handsome woman, but plainly a heartless one--selfish, vain, and vulgar.
Ben Aboo hailed Israel with welcomes and peace-blessings, and Katrina drew Naomi to her side.
"So this is the little maid of whom wonderful rumours are so rife?"said Katrina.
Israel bent his head and shuddered at seeing the child at the woman's feet.
"The darling is as fair as an angel," said Katrina, and she kissed Naomi.
The kiss seemed to Israel to smite his own cheeks like a blow.
Then the performances of the children began, and truly they made a pretty and affecting sight; the white walls, the deep blue sky, the black shadows of the gallery, the bright sunlight, the grown people massed around the patio, and these sweet little faces coming and going in the middle of it.First, a line of Moorish girls in their embroidered hazzams dancing after their native fashion, bending and rising, twisting and turning, but keeping their feet in the same place constantly.Then, a line of Jewish girls in their kilted skirts dancing after the Jewish manner tripping on their slippered toes, whirling and turning around with rapid motions, and playing timbrels and tambourines held high above their heads by their shapely arms and hands.Then passages of the Koran chanted by a group of Moorish boys in their jellabs, purple and chocolate and white, peaked above their red tarbooshes.
Then a psalm by a company of Jewish boys in their black skull-caps--a brave old song of Zion sung by silvery young voices in an alien land.Finally, little black Ali, led out by his teacher, with his diminutive Moorish harp in his hands, showing no fear at all, but only a negro boy's shy looks of pleasure--his head aside, his eyes gleaming, his white teeth glinting, and his face aglow.
Now down to this moment Naomi, at the feet of the woman, had been agitated and restless, sometimes rising, then sinking back, sometimes playing with her nervous fingers, and then pushing off her slippers.
It was as though she was conscious of the fine show which was going forward, and knew that they were children who were ****** it.
Perhaps the breath of the little ones beat her on the level of her cheeks, or perhaps the light air made by the sweep of their garments was wafted to her sensitive body.Whatsoever the sense whereby the knowledge came to her, clearly it was there in her flushed and twitching face, which was full of that old hunger for child-company which Israel knew too well.
But when little Ali was brought out and he began to play on his kanoon, his harp, it was impossible to repress Naomi's excitement.
The girl leaped up from her place at the woman's feet, and with the utmost rapidity of motion she passed like a gleam of light across the patio to the boy's side.And, being there, she touched the harp as he played it, and then a low cry came from her lips.
Again she touched it, and her eyes, though blind, seemed for an instant to flame like fire.Then, with both her hands she clung to it, and with her lips and her tongue she kissed it, while her whole body quivered like a reed in the wind.
Israel saw what she did, and his very soul trembled at the sight with wild thoughts that did not dare to take the name of hope.
As well as he could in the confusion of his own senses he stepped forward to draw the little maiden back but the wife of the Governor called on him to leave her.
"Leave her!" she cried."Let us see what the child will do!"At that moment Ali's playing came to as end, and the boy let the harp pass to Naomi's clinging fingers, and then, half sitting, half kneeling on the ground beside it, the girl took it to herself.She caressed it, she patted it with her hand, she touched its strings, and then a faint smile crossed her rosy lips.She laid her cheek against it and touched its strings again, and then she laughed aloud.
