Halima And The Scorpions | Page 3

yellow and of red, ran to and fro bearing the trays of flat,
new-made loaves; when the dwarfs beat on the ground with their staffs
to summon the mob to watch their antics; and the story-tellers put on
their glasses, and sat them down at their boards between the candles;
Ben-Abid went forth secretly from the hashish café wrapped in his
burnous. He sought out in the quarter of the freed negroes a certain man
called Sadok, who dwelt alone.
This Sadok was lean as a spectre, and had a skin like parchment. He
was a renowned plunger in desert wells, and could remain beneath the
water, men said, for a space of four minutes. But he could also do
another thing. He could eat scorpions. And this he would do for a small
sum of money. Only, during the fast of Ramadan, between the rising
and the going down of the sun, so long as a white thread could be
distinguished from a black, he would not eat even a scorpion, because
the tasting of food by day in that time is forbidden by the Prophet.
When Ben-Abid struck on his door Sadok came forth, gibbering in his
tangled beard, and half naked.
"Oh, brother!" said Ben-Abid. "Here is money if thou canst find me
three scorpions. One of them must be a black scorpion."
Sadok shot out his filthy claw, and there was fire in his eyes. But
Ben-Abid's fingers closed round the money paper.
"First thou must find the scorpions, and then thou must carry them with
thee to the court of the dancers, walking at my side. For, as Allah lives,
I will not touch them. Afterwards thou shalt have the money."
Sadok's soul drew the shutters across his eyes. Then he led the way by
tortuous alleys to an old and ruined wall of a zgag, in which there were
as many holes as there are in a honeycomb. Here, as he knew, the
scorpions loved to sleep. Thrusting his fingers here and there he
presently drew forth three writhing reptiles. And one of them was black.
He held them out, with a cry, to Ben-Abid.

"The money! The money!" he shrieked.
But Ben-Abid shrank back, shuddering.
"Thou must bring them to the dancers' court. Hide them well in thy
garments that none may see them. Then thou shalt have the money."
Sadok hid the scorpions upon his shaven head beneath his turban, and
they went by the dunes and the lonely ways to the café of the dancers.
Already the pipers were playing, and many were assembled to see the
women dance; but Ben-Abid and Sadok pushed through the throng, and
passed across the café to the inner court, which is open to the air, and
surrounded with earthen terraces on which, in tiers, open the rooms of
the dancers, each with its own front door. This court is as a mighty
rabbit warren, peopled with women instead of rabbits. Pale lights
gleamed in many doorways, for the dancers were dressing and painting
themselves for the dances of the body, of the hands, of the poignard,
and of the handkerchief. Their shrill voices cried one to another, their
heavy bracelets and necklets jingled, and the monstrous shadows of
their crowned and feathered heads leaped and wavered on the yellow
patches of light that lay before their doors.
"Where is Halima?" cried Ben-Abid in a loud voice. "Let Halima come
forth and spit in my face!"
At the sound of his call many women ran to their doors, some half
dressed, some fully attired, like Jezebels of the great desert.
"It is Ben-Abid!" went up the cry of many voices. "It is Ben-Abid, who
laughs to scorn the power of the hedgehog's foot. It is the son of the
camel with the swollen tongue. Halima, Halima, the child of the
scorpion calls thee!"
Kouïdah, the boy, who was ever about, ran barefoot from the court into
the café to tell of the doings of Ben-Abid, and in a moment the people
crowded in, Zouaves and Spahis, Arabs and negroes, nomads from the
south, gipsies, jugglers, and Jews. There were, too, some from

Tamacine, and these were of all the most intent.
"Where is Halima?" went up the cry. "Where is Halima?"
"Who calls me?" exclaimed the voice of a girl.
And Halima came out of her door on the first terrace at the left,
splendidly dressed for the dance in scarlet and gold, carrying two
scarlet handkerchiefs in her hands, and with the hedgehog's foot
dangling from her girdle of thin gold, studded with turquoises.
Ben-Abid stood below in the court with Sadok by his side. The crowd
pressed about him from behind.
"Thou hast called me the son of a scorpion, Halima," he said, in a