In Morocco . spirals of pure white, one plump hand HAREMS AND CEREMONIES on his embroidered bridle, his yellow-slipperedfeet thrust heel-down in big velvet-lined stirrups,became, through sheer immobility, a symbol, amystery, a God. The human flux beat againsthim, dissolved, ebbed away, another spear-crestedwave swept up behind it and dissolved in turn; andhe sat on, hour after hour, under the white-hot sky,unconscious of the heat, the dust, the tumult, em-bodying to the wild factious precipitate hordes along tradition of serene aloofness. Ill THE IMPERIAL MIRADOR As the last riders galloped up
In Morocco . spirals of pure white, one plump hand HAREMS AND CEREMONIES on his embroidered bridle, his yellow-slipperedfeet thrust heel-down in big velvet-lined stirrups,became, through sheer immobility, a symbol, amystery, a God. The human flux beat againsthim, dissolved, ebbed away, another spear-crestedwave swept up behind it and dissolved in turn; andhe sat on, hour after hour, under the white-hot sky,unconscious of the heat, the dust, the tumult, em-bodying to the wild factious precipitate hordes along tradition of serene aloofness. Ill THE IMPERIAL MIRADOR As the last riders galloped up to do homage wewere summoned to our motors and driven rapidlyto the palace. The Sultan had sent word to that the ladies of the Imperial haremwould entertain her and her guests while his Ma-jesty received the Resident General, and we hadto hasten back in order not to miss the next actof the spectacle. We walked across a long court lined with theBlack Guard, passed under a gateway, and were [ 170 1. HAREMS AND CEREMONIES met by a shabbily dressed negress. Traversing ahot dazzle of polychrome tiles we reached anotherarchway guarded by the chief eunuch, a toweringblack with the enamelled eyes of a basalt eunuch delivered us to other negresses, andwe entered a labyrinth of inner passages and patios,all murmuring and dripping with water. Passingdown long corridors where slaves in dim greyishgarments flattened themselves against the walls,we caught glimpses of great dark rooms, laundries,pantries, bakeries, kitchens, where savoury thingswere brewing and stewing, and where more ne-gresses, abandoning their pots and pans, came topeep at us from the threshold. In one corner, ona bench against a wall hung with matting, greyparrots in tall cages were being fed by a slave. A narrow staircase mounted to a landing wherea princess out of an Arab fairy-tale awaited softly on her embroidered slippers sheled us to the next landing, where another golden-slippered
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