Part 73 (1/2)
”Nay, good sheik,” said Malluch, ”the editor has paid the money.”
”'Tis well.”
”When they said Ben-Hur struck Messala's wheel, the editor laughed, and reminded them of the blow the Arabs had at the turn of the goal.”
”And what of the Athenian?”
”He is dead.”
”Dead!” cried Ben-Hur.
”Dead!” echoed Ilderim. ”What fortune these Roman monsters have!
Messala escaped?”
”Escaped--yes, O sheik, with life; but it shall be a burden to him. The physicians say he will live, but never walk again.”
Ben-Hur looked silently up to heaven. He had a vision of Messala, chairbound like Simonides, and, like him, going abroad on the shoulders of servants. The good man had abode well; but what would this one with his pride and ambition?
”Simonides bade me say, further,” Malluch continued, ”Sanballat is having trouble. Drusus, and those who signed with him, referred the question of paying the five talents they lost to the Consul Maxentius, and he has referred it to Caesar. Messala also refused his losses, and Sanballat, in imitation of Drusus, went to the consul, where the matter is still in advis.e.m.e.nt. The better Romans say the protestants shall not be excused; and all the adverse factions join with them.
The city rings with the scandal.”
”What says Simonides?” asked Ben-Hur.
”The master laughs, and is well pleased. If the Roman pays, he is ruined; if he refuses to pay, he is dishonored. The imperial policy will decide the matter. To offend the East would be a bad beginning with the Parthians; to offend Sheik Ilderim would be to antagonize the Desert, over which lie all Maxentius's lines of operation. Wherefore Simonides bade me tell you to have no disquiet; Messala will pay.”
Ilderim was at once restored to his good-humor.
”Let us be off now,” he said, rubbing his hands. ”The business will do well with Simonides. The glory is ours. I will order the horses.”
”Stay,” said Malluch. ”I left a messenger outside. Will you see him?”
”By the splendor of G.o.d! I forgot him.”
Malluch retired, and was succeeded by a lad of gentle manners and delicate appearance, who knelt upon one knee, and said, winningly, ”Iras, the daughter of Balthasar, well known to good Sheik Ilderim, hath intrusted me with a message to the sheik, who, she saith, will do her great favor so he receive her congratulations on account of the victory of his four.”
”The daughter of my friend is kind,” said Ilderim, with sparkling eyes. ”Do thou give her this jewel, in sign of the pleasure I have from her message.”
He took a ring from his finger as he spoke.
”I will as thou sayest, O sheik,” the lad replied, and continued, ”The daughter of the Egyptian charged me further. She prays the good Sheik Ilderim to send word to the youth Ben-Hur that her father hath taken residence for a time in the palace of Idernee, where she will receive the youth after the fourth hour to-morrow.
And if, with her congratulations, Sheik Ilderim will accept her grat.i.tude for this other favor done, she will be ever so pleased.”
The sheik looked at Ben-Hur, whose face was suffused with pleasure.
”What will you?” he asked.
”By your leave, O sheik, I will see the fair Egyptian.”
Ilderim laughed, and said, ”Shall not a man enjoy his youth?”