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98 BY DESERT WAYS TO BAGHDAD<br />

Finding it impossible <strong>to</strong> dissuade us, the Vali then<br />

leads the way <strong>to</strong> the Council chamber, and makes<br />

X sit in the Presidential chair, where, he informs us,<br />

no one but the Vali has ever sat. He tells X she<br />

is now the Vali Pasha, this is her house, and he<br />

is at her commands.<br />

X promptly seizes the opportunity, and asks for<br />

favour <strong>to</strong> be extended <strong>to</strong> a friend we had met<br />

in the course of our travels, who had been banished<br />

from Adana owing <strong>to</strong> having incurred the Vali's<br />

displeasure.<br />

VALI. Because he was kind <strong>to</strong> you I will pardon<br />

him. He may come back if it will please the ladies.<br />

X. We are much obliged <strong>to</strong> your Excellency.<br />

VALI. Many people have spoken <strong>to</strong> me for him,<br />

but I would not listen ; but <strong>to</strong> please the ladies I will<br />

now forgive him.<br />

VALI. Will it please the ladies <strong>to</strong> dine with me<br />

<strong>to</strong>-morrow ?<br />

X. We thank your Excellency, it would give us<br />

much pleasure. But we must apologise for our clothes ;<br />

we are travelling, and have no suitable dresses for<br />

dining with your Excellency.<br />

VALI (waves his hand). The ladies must not mention<br />

it. I can see <strong>by</strong> their appearance how noble they<br />

are, and their clothes are therefore of no significance.<br />

X. We will now say good<strong>by</strong>e, and we thank your<br />

Excellency for all his kindness.<br />

VALI. It is I that am indebted for your presence.<br />

Will you send my love <strong>to</strong> his Excellency your father ?<br />

for he also is a Pasha, and we are br<strong>other</strong>s.<br />

ROYAL PROGRESS 99<br />

From Adana our next stage was <strong>to</strong> Aintab. Our<br />

luggage had now all <strong>to</strong> be conveyed on pack-mules,<br />

for we were going over tracks where wheels could<br />

not pass. This made our party seem larger, for<br />

we needed three mules for the baggage, and they<br />

were accompanied <strong>by</strong> three muleteers, who also<br />

looked after our horses and the mules ridden <strong>by</strong><br />

our men. Our escort here consisted of four Zaptiehs<br />

and a Captain. This was the lowest number <strong>to</strong> which<br />

we had been able <strong>to</strong> reduce the fifteen men the<br />

Vali had pressed upon us. Nominally, they received<br />

no pay from us, but the " baksheesh " which we were<br />

expected <strong>to</strong> give them no doubt compensated for<br />

the arrears of pay from which the Turkish soldier<br />

invariably suffers.<br />

••••••<br />

We had parted with Constantin at Adana. He<br />

was not very suitable for really rough camping work,<br />

and we had asked the missionaries at Adana <strong>to</strong><br />

recommend us a less civilised person, who would<br />

be more competent in tight places. Through them<br />

we engaged an Armenian, Arten <strong>by</strong> name. He<br />

could only speak Turkish, so we were now entirely<br />

thrown on our own resources as <strong>to</strong> Turkish con<br />

versation. X, however, had acquired quite enough<br />

of the language <strong>to</strong> be intelligible <strong>to</strong> Hassan, who<br />

interpreted our wants <strong>to</strong> the <strong>other</strong>s.<br />

We had hardly left Adana before incessant heavy<br />

rains came on, which turned the tracks in<strong>to</strong> impassable<br />

mud swamps. We struggled on as far as Hamidieh<br />

where we sought refuge in the house of an Austrian<br />

widow who ran a large cot<strong>to</strong>n mill in the place.<br />

M

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