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294 BY DESERT WAYS TO BAGHDAD<br />

a roll of <strong>to</strong>bacco ; "a good friend and little money.<br />

That was what you said, wasn't it, Padishah ?"<br />

And I reflect that there is many a true word<br />

spoken in jest.<br />

" Has she no friend in England," he asked X<br />

one day, " or does she never speak in England<br />

either?"<br />

" Yes," said X, " she has a friend in England,<br />

and she does not speak because she is thinking of<br />

him."<br />

"And you, Vali Pasha, have you also a friend<br />

in England ? "<br />

"Yes," I answered for X; "she has twenty-nine<br />

friends in England, and you are only the thirtieth."<br />

And Hassan would ride on in silence, pondering<br />

over the strange <strong>ways</strong> of English ladies.<br />

Amongst his <strong>other</strong> duties he had <strong>to</strong> purchase the<br />

food, pay the muleteers and soldiers, and give tips ;<br />

and it fell <strong>to</strong> my lot <strong>to</strong> do up the accounts with him<br />

periodically. The unusual mental exertion required<br />

<strong>by</strong> this he found very trying. His imperturbability<br />

would forsake him completely. On the first occasion<br />

he broke down al<strong>to</strong>gether. " What can I do with<br />

figures? " he said, the tears rolling down his cheeks;<br />

" let me go back <strong>to</strong> my hills and forests; I am only<br />

a poor hunter. She brings out her little book and<br />

I shall not know how the piastres have gone, and<br />

she will think I have taken her piastres," and he<br />

laid his head on his knees and groaned aloud.<br />

When we became better acquainted, however,<br />

" hisab" (accounts) became a joke, though they<br />

al<strong>ways</strong> caused him <strong>to</strong> perspire profusely.<br />

AN ARMENIAN AND A TURK 295<br />

At first my entire ignorance of the language made<br />

our intercourse over the account-book somewhat<br />

difficult. We would sit on the ground opposite one<br />

an<strong>other</strong>, and Hassan would fumble in the folds of<br />

his belt until he had found his spectacles and his<br />

account-book.<br />

" Are you ready ? "<br />

" Yes."<br />

" Peki (very good), Effendim; yimurta (eggs) 2<br />

piastres." I would write it down.<br />

" Yasdin me ? "<br />

" Ne yasdin me ? " (what is " yasdin me ? ").<br />

" Yasdin me ? yasdin me ? yasdin me ? "<br />

I have not the smallest idea what " yasdin me"<br />

means, but I pretend <strong>to</strong> write it down and then<br />

say :<br />

" How many piastres was it ? "<br />

Hassan makes a gesture of despair.<br />

" Yasdin me ? yasdin me ? yasdin me ? " he repeats<br />

again.<br />

"X," I shout across the tent, " what does 'yasdin<br />

me' mean ? I suppose it's some sort of food, only<br />

he won't tell me how many piastres it costs."<br />

" It means ' Have you written it ?'" said X calmly.<br />

"Yasdin me?" repeats Hassan again.<br />

" Yes," I answer meekly.<br />

" Aha, now she know," says Hassan, and he mops<br />

his forehead vigorously. " I say ' Yasdin me ' and<br />

she says, ' How many piastres ? Aman, aman ! "<br />

" Peki, Effendim" (very good), he goes on. " Etmek<br />

(bread), 3 piastres. Have you written it ? "<br />

"Yes."

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