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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."