beyond it is more wonderful over Jerusalem, because of the clearness of the mountain air.
In that minute, and for the first time, I hated the men who could plot to blow up that place. Hitherto I had been merely interested.
Because it was long after the hour when non-Moslem visitors are allowed to go about the place with guides, we were submitted to rather careful scrutiny by men who came out of the shadows and said nothing, but peered into our faces. They did not speak to let us by, but signified admittance by turning uninterested backs and retiring to some dark corners to resume the vigil. I thought that the Sikh sentry, who stood with bayonet fixed outside the arch, looked at Grim with something more than curiosity, but no sign that I could detect passed between them.
The great white moonlit courtyard was empty. Not a soul stirred in it. Not a shadow moved. Because of the hour there were not even any guides lurking around the mosque. The only shape that came to life as we approached the main entrance of the mosque was the man who takes care of the slippers for a small fee.
Grim, since he was in military dress, allowed the attendant to tie on over his shoes the great straw slippers they keep there for that purpose. Suliman had nothing on his feet. I kicked off the red Damascus slippers I was wearing, and we entered the octagonal building by passing under a curtain at the rear of the deep, vaulted entrance.
Nobody took any notice of us at first. It was difficult to see, for one thing; the light of the lamps that hung on chains from the arches overhead was dimmed by coloured lenses and did little more than beautify the gloom. But in the dimness in the midst you could see the rock of Abraham, surrounded by a railing to preserve it from profane feet. Little by little the shadows took shape of men praying, or sleeping, or conversing in low tones.
The place was not crowded. There were perhaps a hundred men in there, some of whom doubtless intended to spend the night. All of them, though they gave us a cursory glance, seemed disposed to mind their own business. It looked for a minute as if we were going to remain in there unquestioned. But the two spies who had come with us saw a chance to confirm or else disprove our bona fides, and while one of them stayed and watched us the other went to fetch the Sheikh of the Mosque.
He came presently, waddling very actively for such a stout man—a big, burly, gray-bearded intellectual, with eyes that beamed intelligent good-humour through gold-rimmed glasses. He did not seem at all pleased to have been disturbed, until he drew near enough to scan our faces. Then his change of expression, as soon as he had looked once into Grim’s eyes, gave me cold chills all down the back. I could have sworn he was going to denounce us.
Instead, he turned on the two spies. He tongue-lashed them in Arabic. I could not follow it word for word. I gathered that they had hinted some suspicion as to the genuineness of Grim’s pretension to be Staff-Captain Ali Mirza. He was rebuking them for it. They slunk away. One went and sat near the door we had entered by. The other vanished completely.
“Jimgrim! What do you do here at this hour?” asked the sheikh as soon as we stood alone.
“Talk French,” Grim answered. “We can’t afford to be overheard.”
“True, O Jimgrim! It is all your life and my position is worth for you to be detected in here in that disguise at such an hour! And who are these with you?”
“It is all your life and mosque are worth to turn us out!” Grim answered. “When was I ever your enemy?”
“Never yet, but—what does this mean?”
“You shall know in the morning—you alone. This man, who can neither hear nor speak, and the child with him, must stay in here tonight, and go when they choose, unquestioned.”
“Jimgrim, this is not a place for setting traps for criminals. Set your watch outside, and none shall interfere with you.”
“‘Shall the heart within be cleansed by washing hands?’” Grim quoted, and the shiekh smiled.
“Do you mean there are criminals within the mosque? If so, this is sanctuary, Jimgrim. They shall not be disturbed. Set watchmen at the doors and catch them as they leave, if you will. This is holy ground.”
“There’ll be none of it left to boast about this time tomorrow, if you choose to insist!” Grim answered.
“Should there be riddles between you and me?” asked the sheikh.
“You shall know all in the morning.”
The sheikh’s face changed again, taking on a look of mingled rage and cunning.
“I know, then, what it is! The rumour is true that those cursed Zionists intend to desecrate the place. This fellow, who you say is deaf and dumb, is one of your spies—is he not? Perhaps he can smell a Zionist—eh? Well, there are others! Better tell me the truth, Jimgrim, and in fifteen minutes I will pack this place so full of true Moslems that no conspirator could worm his way in! Then if the Jews start anything let them beware!”
“By the beard of your Prophet,” Grim answered impiously, “this has nothing to do with Zionists.”
“Neither have I, then, anything to do with this trespass. You have my leave to depart at once, Jimgrim!”
“After the ruin—”
“There will be no ruin, Jimgrim! I will fill the place with men.”
“Better empty it of men! The more there are in it, the bigger the death-roll! Shall I say afterwards that I begged leave to set a watch, and you refused?”
“You—you, Jimgrim—you talk to me of ruin and a death-roll? You are no every-day alarmist.”
“Did you ever catch me in a lie?”
“No, Jimgrim. You are too clever by far for that! If you were to concoct a lie it would take ten angels to unravel it! But— you speak of ruin and a death-roll, eh?” He stroked his beard for about a minute.
“You have heard, perhaps, that Moslems are sharpening their swords for a reckoning with the Jews? There may be some truth in it. But there shall be no gathering in this place for any such purpose, for I will see to that. You need set no watch in here on that account.”
“The time always comes,” Grim answered, “when you must trust a man or mistrust him. You’ve known me eleven years. What are you going to do?”
“In the name of God, what shall I answer! Taib,[25] Jimgrim, I will trust you. What is it you wish?”
“To leave this deaf-and-dumb man and the boy, below the Rock, undisturbed.”
“That cannot well be. Occasionally others go to pray in that place. Also, there is a Moslem who has made the pilgrimage from Trichinopoli. I myself have promised to show him the mosque tonight, because he leaves Jerusalem at dawn, and only I speak a language he can understand. There will be others with him, and I cannot refuse to take them down below the Rock.”
“That is nothing,” Grim answered. “They will think nothing of a deaf-and-dumb man praying or sleeping in a a corner.”
“Is that all he wishes to do? He will remain still in one place? Then come.”
“One other thing. That fellow who went and fetched you—he sits over there by the north door now—he
