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THE GUEST-ROOM AT ENIGHIL 253<br />

in one great bowl, a white raound of rice mingled with<br />

sheep- tail fat, from which all eat with the naked hand<br />

or perhaps with spoons. Children always take part<br />

in these meals, and fortune will be uncommonly kind<br />

if you do not find them dirty and diseased and spoilt.<br />

They paw the food with filthy hands, and are<br />

laughed at for their pretty ways. If you are working<br />

at an exclusive spot in the pilaf, carefully avoiding<br />

the scene of your neighbours' operations on either<br />

side, and congratulating yourself on doing ver}^ well,<br />

one of these horrible children, whose face maybe is<br />

covered with sores, is sure to detect your satisfaction<br />

and drive a loathsome hand into the heart of<br />

your food. Even more difficult is the question of<br />

what you shall drink or not drink. Turks are connoisseurs<br />

of water ; they find it sweet or not sweet,<br />

and spare no pains to get it to their liking. But its<br />

so-called sweetness is merely the taste and sparkle<br />

and clearness, and has nothing to do with analytical<br />

purity. They believe that after water has run over<br />

seven stones— or perhaps nine—it is drinkable ;<br />

and<br />

with that comfortable belief, if the water is sweet<br />

and clear, they drink without misgivings, and expect<br />

their guest to do likewise.<br />

Having had experience in these matters, I always<br />

preferred my own food in the loneliness of a khan to<br />

any imaginable hospitality in a guest-room. Ighsan<br />

recognised my preference, without knowing the cause,<br />

and continually lamented that I should go to a khan<br />

when a guest-room was available. He had, indeed,<br />

good reason for his liking, as in a guest-room he was<br />

at free quarters, being covered by my gift, whereas in<br />

a khan he had to pay his lot. Now that we were<br />

become guests perforce, I told him I should cook and<br />

eat my own food as usual, and that he could have<br />

whatever the house provided.<br />

Our host hastened to make a fire as the first need<br />

of his cold and famished guests. The district was a<br />

treeless one, therefore cakes of tizek (cow-dung mixed<br />

with straw, and dried) and dead thistles were the

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