money, and the toll on the camels was what they call the security. They always carry gold and turquoise, you know.
JOHN
Do they?
MIRALDA
Yes, they get it from the rivers.
JOHN
I see.
MIRALDA
It does seem a shame his not paying,
doesn’t it?
JOHN
A shame? I should think it is. An awful shame. Why, it’s a crying shame. He ought to go to prison.
MIRALDA
Yes, he ought. But you see it’s so hard to find him. It isn’t as if it was this side of Persia. It’s being on the other side that is such a pity. If only it was in a country like, like . . .
JOHN
I’d soon find him. I’d . . . Why, a man like that deserves anything.
MIRALDA
It is good of you to say that.
JOHN
Why, I’d . . . And you say you never got a penny?
MIRALDA
No.
JOHN
Well, that is a shame. I call that a
downright shame.
MIRALDA
Now, what ought I to do?
JOHN
Do? Well, now, you know in business
there’s nothing like being on the spot. When you’re on the spot you can–but then, of course, it’s so far.
MIRALDA
It is, isn’t it?
JOHN
Still, I think you should go if you could. If only I could offer to help you in any way, I would gladly, but of course . . .
MIRALDA
What would you do?
JOHN
I’d go and find that Hussein fellow; and then . . .
MIRALDA
Yes?
JOHN
Why, I’d tell him a bit about the law, and make him see that you didn’t keep all that money that belonged to someone else.
MIRALDA
Would you really?
JOHN
Nothing would please me better.
MIRALDA
Would you really? Would you go all that way?
JOHN
It’s just the sort of thing that I should like, apart from the crying shame. The man
ought to be . . .
MIRALDA
We’re getting into Holborn. Would you come and lunch somewhere with me and talk it over?
JOHN
Gladly. I’d be glad to help. I’ve got to see a man on business first. I’ve come up to see him. And then after that, after that there was something I wanted to do after that. I can’t think what it was. But something I wanted to do after that. O, heavens, what was it?
[Pause.]
MIRALDA
Can’t you think?
JOHN
No. O, well, it can’t have been so very important. And yet . . . Well, where shall we lunch?
MIRALDA
Gratzenheim’s.
JOHN
Right. What time?
MIRALDA
One-thirty. Would that suit?
JOHN
Perfectly. I’d like to get a man like Hussein in prison. I’d like . . . O, I beg your pardon.
[He hurries to open the door. Exit
MIRALDA.]
Now what was it I wanted to do
afterwards?
[Throws hand to forehead.]
O, never mind.
Curtain
ACT II
SCENE
JOHN’s tent in Al Shaldomir. There
are two heaps of idols, left and right, lying upon the ground inside the tent. DAOUD
carries another idol in his arms. JOHN looks at its face.
Six months have elapsed since the scene in the second-class railway carriage.
JOHN BEAL
This god is holy.
[He points to the left heap. DAOUD
carries it there and lays it on the heap.]
DAOUD
Yes, great master.
JOHN BEAL
You are in no wise to call me great master. Have not I said so? I am not your master. I am helping you people. I know better than you what you ought to do, because I am
English. But that’s all. I’m not your master, See?
DAOUD
Yes, great master.
JOHN BEAL
O, go and get some more idols. Hurry.
DAOUD
Great master, I go.
[Exit.]
JOHN BEAL
I can’t make these people out.
DAOUD [returning]
I have three gods.
JOHN BEAL [looking at their faces, pointing to the two smaller idols first]
These two are holy. This one is unholy.
DAOUD
Yes, great master.
JOHN BEAL
Put them on the heap.
[DAOUD does so, two left, one right.]
Get some more.
[DAOUD salaams. Exit.]
[Looking at right heap.] What a–what a filthy people
[Enter DAOUD with two idols.]
JOHN BEAL [after scrutiny]
This god is holy, this is unholy.
[Enter ARCHIE BEAL, wearing a “Bowler” hat.]
Why, ARCHIE, this is splendid of you! You’ve come! Why, that’s splendid! All
that way!
ARCHIE BEAL
Yes, I’ve come. Whatever are you doing?
JOHN BEAL
ARCHIE, it’s grand of you to come! I never ought to have asked it of you, only . . .
ARCHIE BEAL
O, that’s all right. But what in the world are you doing?
JOHN BEAL
ARCHIE, it’s splendid of you.
ARCHIE BEAL
O, cut it. That’s all right. But what’s all this?
JOHN BEAL
O, this. Well, well they’re the very oddest people here. It’s a long story. But I wanted to tell you first how enormously grateful I am to you for coming.
ARCHIE BEAL
O, that’s all right. But I want to know what you’re doing with all these genuine antiques.
JOHN BEAL
Well, ARCHIE, the fact of it is they’re a real odd lot of people here. I’ve learnt their language, more or less, but I don’t think I quite understand them yet. A lot of them are
Mahommedans; they worship Mahommed, you know. He’s dead. But a lot of them
worship these things, and . . .
ARCHIE BEAL
Well, what have you got ’em all in here for?
JOHN BEAL
Yes, that’s just it. I hate interfering with them, but, well, I simply had to. You see there’s two sorts of idols here; they offer fruit and rats to some of them; they lay them on their hands or their laps.
ARCHIE BEAL
Why do they offer them rats?
JOHN BEAL
O, I don’t know. They don’t know either. It’s the right thing to do out here, it’s been the right thing for hundreds of years; nobody exactly knows why. It’s like the bows we have on evening shoes, or anything else. But it’s all right.
ARCHIE BEAL
Well, what are you putting them in heaps for?
JOHN BEAL
Because there’s the other kind, the ones with wide mouths and rust round them.
ARCHIE BEAL
Rust? Yes, so there is. What do they
do?
JOHN BEAL
They offer blood to them, ARCHIE. They pour it down their throats. Sometimes they kill people, sometimes they only bleed them. It depends how much blood the idol wants.
ARCHIE BEAL
How much blood it wants? Good Lord!
How do they know?
JOHN BEAL
The priests tell them. Sometimes they fill them up to their necks–they’re all hollow, you know. In spring it’s awful.
ARCHIE BEAL
Why are they worse in spring?
JOHN BEAL
I don’t know. The priests ask for more blood then. Much more. They say it always was so.
ARCHIE BEAL
And you’re stopping it?
JOHN BEAL
Yes, I’m stopping these. One must. I’m letting them worship those. Of course, it’s idolatry and all that kind of thing, but I don’t like interfering short of actual murder.
ARCHIE BEAL
And they’re obeying you?
JOHN BEAL
‘M, y-yes. I think so.
ARCHIE BEAL
You must have got a great hold over them.
JOHN BEAL
Well, I don’t know about that. It’s the pass that counts.
ARCHIE BEAL
The pass?
JOHN BEAL
Yes, that place you came over. It’s the only way anyone can get here.
ARCHIE BEAL
Yes, I suppose it is. But how does the pass affect these idols?
JOHN BEAL
It affects everything here. If that pass were closed no living man would ever enter or leave, or even hear of, this country. It’s absolutely cut off except for that one pass. Why, ARCHIE, it isn’t even on the map.
ARCHIE BEAL
Yes, I know.
JOHN BEAL
Well, whoever owns that pass is everybody. No one else counts.
ARCHIE BEAL
And who does own it?
JOHN BEAL
Well, it’s actually owned by a fellow called Hussein, but Miss Clement’s uncle, a man called Hinnard, a kind of lonely explorer, seems to have come this way; and I think he understood what this pass is worth.
Anyhow, he lent Hussein a big sum of money and got an acknowledgment from Hussein. Old
Hinnard must have been a wonderfully shrewd man. For that acknowledgment is
no more legal than an I.O.U., and Hussein is simply a brigand.
ARCHIE BEAL
Not very good security.
JOHN BEAL
Well, you’re wrong there. Hussein himself respects that piece of parchment he signed. There’s the name of some god or other written on it Hussein is frightened of. Now you
see how things are. That pass is as holy as all the gods that there are in Al Shaldomir. Hussein possesses it. But he owes an
enormous sum to Miss Miralda Clement, and I am here as her agent; and you’ve come to help me like a great sportsman.
ARCHIE BEAL
O, never mind that. Well, it all seems pretty simple.
JOHN BEAL
Well, I don’t know, ARCHIE. Hussein
admits the debt, but . . .
ARCHIE BEAL
But what?
JOHN BEAL
I don’t know what he’ll do.
ARCHIE BEAL
Wants watching, does he?
JOHN BEAL
Yes. And meanwhile I feel sort of
responsible for all these silly people. Somebody’s got to look after them. Daoud!
DAOUD [off]
Great master.
JOHN BEAL
Bring in some more gods.
DAOUD
Yes, great master.
JOHN BEAL
I can’t get them to stop calling me absurd titles. They’re so infernally Oriental.
[Enter DAOUD.]
ARCHIE BEAL
He’s got two big ones this time.
JOHN BEAL [to ARCHIE]
You see, there is rust about their mouths. [To DAOUD]: They are both unholy.
[He points to R. heap, and DAOUD
puts them there. To DAOUD.]
Bring in some more.
DAOUD
Great master, there are no more gods in Al Shaldomir.
JOHN BEAL
It is well.
DAOUD
What orders, great master.
JOHN BEAL
Listen. At night you shall come and take these gods away. These shall be worshipped again in their own place, these you shall cast into the great river and tell no man where you cast them.
DAOUD
Yes, great master.
JOHN BEAL
You will do this, Daoud?
DAOUD
Even so, great master.
JOHN BEAL
I am sorry to make you do it. You are sad that you have to do it. Yet it must be done.
DAOUD
Yes, I am sad, great master.
JOHN BEAL
But why are you sad, Daoud?
DAOUD
Great master, in times you do not know these gods were holy. In times you have not guessed. In old centuries, master, perhaps before the pass. Men have prayed to them, sorrowed before them, given offerings to them. The light of old hearths has shone on them, flames from old battles. The shadow of the mountains has fallen on them, so
many times, master, so many times. Dawn and sunset have shone on them, master, like firelight flickering; dawn and sunset, dawn and sunset, flicker, flicker, flicker for century after century. They have sat there watching the dawns like old men by the fire. They are so old, master, so old. And some day dawn and sunset will die away and shine on the world no more, and they would have still sat on in the cold. And now they go. . . They are our history, master, they are our old times. Though they be bad times they are our times, master; and now they go. I am sad, master, when the old gods go.
JOHN BEAL
But they are bad gods, Daoud.
DAOUD
I am sad when the bad gods go.
JOHN BEAL
They must go, Daoud. See, there is no one watching. Take them now.
DAOUD
Even so, great master.
[He takes up the largest of the gods with rust.]
Come, Aho-oomlah, thou shalt not drink Nideesh.
JOHN BEAL
Was Nideesh to have been sacrificed?
DAOUD
He was to have been drunk by Aho-oomlah.
JOHN BEAL
Nideesh. Who is he?
DAOUD
He is my son.
[Exit with Aho-oomlah.
JOHN BEAL almost gasps.]
ARCHIE BEAL [who has been looking round the tent]
What has he been saying?
JOHN BEAL
They’re–they’re a strange people. I
can’t make them out.
ARCHIE BEAL
Is that the heap that oughtn’t to be
worshipped?
JOHN BEAL
Yes.
ARCHIE BEAL
Well, do you know, I’m going to chuck this hat there. It doesn’t seem to me somehow to be any more right here than those idols would be at home. Odd isn’t it? Here goes.
[He throws hat on right heap of idols. JOHN BEAL does not smile.]
Why, what’s the matter?
JOHN BEAL
I don’t like to see a decent Christian hat among these filthy idols. They’ve all got rust on their mouths. I don’t like to see it, Archie; it’s sort of like what they call an omen. I don’t like it.
ARCHIE BEAL
Do they keep malaria here?
JOHN BEAL
I don’t think so. Why?
ARCHIE BEAL
Then what’s the matter, Johnny? Your nerves are bad.
JOHN BEAL
You don’t know these people, and I’ve brought you out here. I feel kind of responsible. If Hussein’s lot turn nasty you don’t
know what he’d do, with all those idols and all.
ARCHIE BEAL
He’ll give ’em a drink, you mean.
JOHN BEAL
Don’t, ARCHIE. There’s no saying. And I feel responsible for you.
ARCHIE BEAL
Well, they can have my hat. It looks
silly, somehow. I don’t know why. What are we going to do?
JOHN BEAL
Well, now that you’ve come we can go
ahead.
ARCHIE BEAL
Righto. What at?
JOHN BEAL
We’ve got to see Hussein’s accounts, and get everything clear in black and white, and see just what he owes to Miss Miralda
Clement.
ARCHIE BEAL
But they don’t keep accounts here.
JOHN BEAL
How do you know?
ARCHIE BEAL
Why, of course they don’t. One can see that.
JOHN BEAL
But they must.
ARCHIE BEAL
Well, you haven’t changed a bit for your six months here.
JOHN BEAL
Haven’t changed?
ARCHIE BEAL
No. Just quietly thinking of business. You’ll be a great business man, Johnny.
JOHN BEAL
But we must do business; that’s what I came here for.
ARCHIE BEAL
You’ll never make these people do it.
JOHN BEAL
Well, what do you suggest?
ARCHIE BEAL
Let’s have a look at old Hussein.
JOHN BEAL
Yes, that’s what I have been waiting for. Daoud!
DAOUD [off]
Master. [Enters.]
JOHN BEAL
Go to the palace of the Lord of the pass and beat on the outer door. Say that I
desire to see him. Pray him to come to my tent.
[DAOUD bows and Exit.]
[To ARCHIE.] I’ve sent him to the palace to ask Hussein to come.
ARCHIE BEAL
Lives in a palace, does he?
JOHN BEAL
Yes, it’s a palace, it’s a wonderful place. It’s bigger than the Mansion House, much.
ARCHIE BEAL
And you’re going to teach him to keep accounts.
JOHN BEAL
Well, I must. I hate doing it. It seems almost like being rude to the Lord Mayor. But there’s two things I can’t stand–cheating in business is one and murder’s another. I’ve got to interfere. You see, if one happens to know the right from wrong as we do, we’ve simply got to tell people who don’t. But it isn’t pleasant. I almost wish I’d never come.
ARCHIE BEAL
Why, it’s the greatest sport in the world. It’s splendid.
JOHN BEAL
I don’t see it that way. To me those idols are just horrid murder. And this man owes money to this girl with no one to look after her, and he’s got to pay. But I hate being rude to a man in a place like the Mansion House, even if he is black. Why, good Lord, who am I? It seems such cheek.
ARCHIE BEAL
I say, Johnny, tell me about the lady. Is she pretty?
JOHN BEAL
What, Miss Miralda? Yes.
ARCHIE BEAL
But what I mean is–what’s she like?
JOHN BEAL
Oh, I don’t know. It’s very hard to say. She’s, she’s tall and she’s fair and she’s got blue eyes.
ARCHIE BEAL
Yes, but I mean what kind of a person is she? How does she strike you?
JOHN BEAL
Well, she’s pretty hard up until she gets this money, and she hasn’t got any job that’s any good, and no real prospects bar this, and nobody particular by birth, and doesn’t know anybody who is, and lives in the least fashionable suburb and can only just afford a second-class fare and . . .
ARCHIE BEAL
Yes, yes, go on.
JOHN BEAL
And yet somehow she sort of seems like a–like a queen.
ARCHIE BEAL
Lord above us! And what kind of a queen?
JOHN BEAL
O, I don’t know. Well, look here, ARCHIE, it’s only my impression. I don’t know her well yet. It’s only my impression. I only tell you in absolute confidence. You won’t pass it on to anybody, of course.
ARCHIE BEAL
O, no. Go on.
JOHN BEAL
Well, I don’t know, only she seemed more like well, a kind of autocrat, you know, who’d stop at nothing. Well, no, I don’t mean that, only . . .
ARCHIE BEAL
So you’re not going to marry her?
JOHN BEAL
Marry her! Good Lord, no. Why, you’d
never dare ask her. She’s not that sort. I tell you she’s a sort of queen. And (Good Lord!) she’d be a queen if it wasn’t for Hussein, or something very like one. We can’t go marrying queens. Anyhow, not one like her.
ARCHIE BEAL
Why not one like her?
JOHN BEAL
I tell you–she’s a–well, a kind of goddess. You couldn’t ask her if she loved you. It would be such, such . . .
ARCHIE BEAL
Such what?
JOHN BEAL
Such infernal cheek.
ARCHIE BEAL
I see. Well, I see you aren’t in love with her. But it seems to me you’ll be seeing a good deal of her some day if we pull this off. And then, my boy-o, you’ll be going and
getting in love with her.
JOHN BEAL
I tell you I daren’t. I’d as soon propose to the Queen of Sheba.
ARCHIE BEAL
Well, Johnny, I’m going to protect you from her all I can.
JOHN BEAL
Protect me from her? Why?
ARCHIE BEAL
Why, because there’s lots of other girls and it seems to me you might be happier with some of them.
JOHN BEAL
But you haven’t even seen her.
ARCHIE BEAL
Nor I have. Still, if I’m here to protect you I somehow think I will. And if I’m not . . .
JOHN BEAL
Well, and what then?
ARCHIE BEAL
What nonsense I’m talking. Fate does
everything. I can’t protect you.
JOHN BEAL
Yes, it’s nonsense all right, ARCHIE, but . . .
HUSSEIN [off]
I am here.
JOHN BEAL
Be seen.
[HUSSEIN enters. He is not unlike
Bluebeard.]
JOHN BEAL [pointing to ARCHIE]
My brother.
[ARCHIE shakes hands with HUSSEIN.
HUSSEIN looks at his hand when it is over in a puzzled way. JOHN BEAL and
Hussein then bow to each other.]
HUSSEIN
You desired my presence.
JOHN BEAL
I am honoured.
HUSSEIN
And I.
JOHN BEAL
The white traveller, whom we call Hinnard, lent you one thousand greater gold pieces, which in our money is one hundred thousand pounds, as you acknowledge. [Hussein
nods his head.] And every year you were to pay him for this two hundred and fifty of your greater gold pieces–as you acknowledge also.
HUSSEIN
Even so.
JOHN BEAL
And this you have not yet had chance to pay, but owe it still.
HUSSEIN
I do.
JOHN BEAL
And now Hinnard is dead.
HUSSEIN
Peace be with him.
JOHN BEAL
His heiress is Miss Miralda Clement, who instructs me to be her agent. What have you to say?
HUSSEIN
Peace be with Hinnard.
JOHN BEAL
You acknowledge your debt to this lady, Miss Miralda Clement?
HUSSEIN
I know her not.
JOHN BEAL
You will not pay your debt?
HUSSEIN
I will pay.
JOHN BEAL
If you bring the gold to my tent, my
brother will take it to Miss Clement.
HUSSEIN
I do not pay to Miss Clement.
JOHN BEAL
To whom do you pay?
HUSSEIN
I pay to Hinnard.
JOHN BEAL
Hinnard is dead.
HUSSEIN
I pay to Hinnard.
JOHN BEAL
How will you pay to Hinnard?
HUSSEIN
If he be buried in the sea . . .
JOHN BEAL
He is not buried at sea.
HUSSEIN
If he be buried by any river I go to the god of rivers.
JOHN BEAL
He is buried on land near no river.
HUSSEIN
Therefore I will go to a bronze god of earth, very holy, having the soil in his care and the things of earth. I will take unto him the greater pieces of gold due up to the year when the white traveller died, and will melt them in fire at his feet by night on the mountains, saying, ” O, Lruru-onn (this is his name) take this by the way of earth to the grave of Hinnard.” And so I shall be free of my debt before all gods.
JOHN BEAL
But not before me. I am English. And
we are greater than gods.
ARCHIE BEAL
What’s that, Johnny?
JOHN BEAL
He won’t pay, but I told him we’re English and that they’re greater than all his bronze gods.
ARCHIE BEAL
That’s right, Johnny.
[HUSSEIN looks fiercely at ARCHIE.
He sees ARCHIE’s hat lying before a big idol. He points at the hat and looks in
the face of the idol.]
HUSSEIN [to the idol]
Drink! Drink!
[He bows. Exit.]
ARCHIE BEAL
What’s that he’s saying?
JOHN BEAL [meditatively]
O, nothing–nothing.
ARCHIE BEAL
He won’t pay, oh?
JOHN BEAL
No, not to Miss Miralda.
ARCHIE BEAL
Who to?
JOHN BEAL
To one of his gods.
ARCHIE BEAL
That won’t do.
JOHN BEAL
No.
ARCHIE BEAL
What’ll we do?
JOHN BEAL
I don’t quite know. It isn’t as if we were in England.
ARCHIE BEAL
No, it isn’t.
JOHN BEAL
If we were in England . . .
ARCHIE BEAL
I know; if we were in England you could call a policeman. I tell you what it is, Johnny.
JOHN BEAL
Yes?
ARCHIE BEAL
I tell you what; you want to see more of Miss Clement.
JOHN BEAL
Why?
ARCHIE BEAL
Why, because at the present moment our friend Hussein is a craftier fellow than you, and looks like getting the best of it.
JOHN BEAL
How will seeing more of Miss Miralda help us?
ARCHIE BEAL
Why, because you want to be a bit craftier than Hussein, and I fancy she might make you.
JOHN BEAL
She? How?
ARCHIE BEAL
We’re mostly made what we are by some woman or other. We think it’s our own
cleverness, but we’re wrong. As things are you’re no match for Hussein, but if you
altered . . .
JOHN BEAL
Why, ARCHIE; where did you get all those ideas from?
ARCHIE BEAL
O, I don’t know.
JOHN BEAL
You never used to talk like that.
ARCHIE BEAL
O, well.
JOHN BEAL
You haven’t been getting in love, ARCHIE, have you?
ARCHIE BEAL
What are we to do about Hussein?
JOHN BEAL
It’s funny your mentioning Miss Miralda. I got a letter from her the same day I got yours.
ARCHIE BEAL
What does she say?
JOHN BEAL
I couldn’t make it out.
ARCHIE BEAL
What were her words?
JOHN BEAL
She said she was going into it closer. She underlined closer. What could she mean by that? How could she get closer?
ARCHIE BEAL
Well, the same way as I did.
JOHN BEAL
How do you mean? I don’t understand.
ARCHIE BEAL
By coming here.
JOHN BEAL
By coming here? But she can’t come here.
ARCHIE BEAL
Why not?
JOHN BEAL
Because it’s impossible. Absolutely
impossible. Why–good Lord–she couldn’t come here. Why, she’d want a chaperon and a house and–and–everything. Good Lord, she couldn’t come here. It would be–well it would be impossible–it couldn’t be done.
ARCHIE BEAL
O, all right. Then I don’t know what she meant.
JOHN BEAL
ARCHIE! You don’t really think she’d come here? You don’t really think it, do you?
ARCHIE BEAL
Well, it’s the sort of thing that that sort of girl might do, but of course I can’t say . . .
JOHN BEAL
Good Lord, ARCHIE! That would be awful.
ARCHIE BEAL
But why?
JOHN BEAL
Why? But what would I do? Where
would she go? Where would her chaperon go? The chaperon would be some elderly
lady. Why, it would kill her.
ARCHIE BEAL
Well, if it did you’ve never met her, so you needn’t go into mourning for an elderly lady that you don’t know; not yet, anyway.
JOHN BEAL
No, of course not. You’re laughing at me, ARCHIE. But for the moment I took you
seriously. Of course, she won’t come. One can go into a thing closely without doing it absolutely literally. But, good Lord, wouldn’t it be an awful situation if she did.
ARCHIE BEAL
O, I don’t know.
JOHN BEAL
All alone with me here? No, impossible. And the country isn’t civilised.
ARCHIE BEAL.
Women aren’t civilised.
JOHN BEAL
Women aren’t . . .? Good Lord, ARCHIE, what an awful remark. What do you mean?
ARCHIE BEAL
We’re tame, they’re wild. We like all the dull things and the quiet things, they like all the romantic things and the dangerous things.
JOHN BEAL
Why, ARCHIE, it’s just the other way about.
ARCHIE BEAL
O, yes; we do all the romantic things, and all the dangerous things. But why?
JOHN BEAL
Why? Because we like them, I suppose. I can’t think of any other reason.
ARCHIE BEAL
I hate danger. Don’t you?
JOHN BEAL
Er–well, yes, I suppose I do, really.
ARCHIE BEAL
Of course you do. We all do. It’s the women that put us up to it. She’s putting you up to this. And the more she puts you up to the more likely is Hussein to get it in his fat neck.
JOHN BEAL
But–but you don’t mean you’d hurt
Hussein? Not–not badly, I mean.
ARCHIE BEAL
We’re under her orders, Johnny. See what she says.
JOHN BEAL
You, you don’t really think she’ll come here?
ARCHIE BEAL
Of course I do, and the best thing too. It’s her show; she ought to come.
JOHN BEAL
But, but you don’t understand. She’s
just a young girl, A girl like Miss Miralda couldn’t come out here over the pass and down these mountains, she’d never stand it, and as for the chaperon . . . You’ve
never met Miss Miralda.
ARCHIE BEAL
No, Johnny. But the girl that was able to get you to go from Bromley to this place can look after herself.
JOHN BEAL
I don’t see what that’s got to do with it. She was in trouble and I had to help her.
ARCHIE BEAL
Yes, and she’ll be in trouble all the way here from Blackheath, and everyone will have to help her.
JOHN BEAL
What beats me is how you can have the very faintest inkling of what she’s like without ever having seen her and without my having spoken of her to you for more than a minute.
ARCHIE BEAL
Well, Johnny, you’re not a romantic bird, you’re not a traveller by nature, barring your one trip to Eastbourne, and it was I that took you there. And contrariwise, as they say in a book you’ve never read, you’re a
levelheaded business man and a hardworking respectable stay-at-home. You meet a girl in a train, and the next time I see you you’re in a place that isn’t marked on the map and telling it what gods it ought to worship and what gods it ought to have agnosticism about. Well, I say some girl.
JOHN BEAL
Well, I must say you make the most
extraordinary deductions, but it was awfully good of you to come, and I ought to be grateful; and I am, too, I’m awfully grateful; and I ought to let you talk all the rot you like. Go ahead. You shall say what you like and do what you like. It isn’t many brothers that would do what you’ve done.
ARCHIE BEAL
O, that’s nothing. I like this country. I’m glad I came. And if I can help you with Hussein, why all the better.
JOHN BEAL
It’s an awful country, Archie, but we’ve got to see this through.
ARCHIE BEAL
Does she know all about Hussein?
JOHN BEAL
Yes, everything. I’ve written fully.
OMAR [Off]
Al Shaldomir, Al Shaldomir,
The nightingales that guard thy ways . . .
JOHN BEAL [shouting|
O, go away, go away. [To ARCHIE.] I said it was an awful country. They sit down
outside one’s tent and do that kind of thing for no earthly reason.
ARCHIE BEAL
O, I’d let them sing.
JOHN BEAL
O, you can’t have people doing that kind of thing.
OMAR [in doorway]
Master, I go.
JOHN BEAL
But why do you come?
OMAR
I came to sing a joyous song to you, master.
JOHN BEAL
Why did you want to sing me a joyous
song?
OMAR
Because a lady is riding out of the West. [Exit.]
JOHN BEAL
A lady out of . . . Good Lord!
ARCHIE BEAL
She’s coming, Johnny.
JOHN BEAL
Coming? Good Lord, no, Archie. He said a lady; there’d be the chaperon too. There’d be two of them if it was Miss Miralda. But he said a lady. One lady. It can’t be her. A girl like that alone in Al Shaldomir. Clean off the map. Oh, no, it isn’t possible.
ARCHIE BEAL
I wouldn’t worry.
JOHN BEAL
Wouldn’t worry? But, good Lord, the
situation’s impossible. People would talk. Don’t you see what people would say? And where could they go? Who would look after them? Do try and understand how awful
it is. But it isn’t. It’s impossible. It can’t be them. For heaven’s sake run out and see if it is; and (good Lord!) I haven’t brushed my hair all day, and, and–oh, look at me.
[He rushes to camp mirror. Exit
ARCHIE.
JOHN BEAL tidies up desperately.
Enter ARCHIE.]
ARCHIE BEAL
It’s what you call THEM.
JOHN BEAL
What I call THEM? Whatever do you
mean?
ARCHIE BEAL
Well, it’s her. She’s just like what you said.
JOHN BEAL
But it can’t be. She doesn’t ride. She can never have been able to afford a horse.
ARCHIE BEAL
She’s on a camel. She’ll be here in a moment. [He goes to door.] Hurry up with that hair; she’s dismounted.
JOHN BEAL
O, Lord! What’s the chaperon like?
ARCHIE BEAL
O, she’s attending to that herself.
JOHN BEAL
Attending to it herself? What do you
mean?
ARCHIE BEAL
I expect she’ll attend to most things.
[Enter HAFIZ EL ALCOLAHN in doorway
of tent, pulling back flap a little.]
JOHN BEAL
Who are you?
HAFIZ
I show the gracious lady to your tent.
[Enter MIRALDA CLEMENT, throwing
a smile to HAFIZ.]
MIRALDA
Hullo, Mr. Beal.
JOHN BEAL
Er–er–how do you do?
[She looks at ARCHIE.]
O, this is my brother–Miss Clement.
MIRANDA and ARCHIE BEAL
How do you do?
MIRALDA
I like this country.
JOHN BEAL
I’m afraid I hardly expected you.
MIRALDA
Didn’t you?
JOHN BEAL
No. You see er–it’s such a long way. And wasn’t it very expensive?
MIRALDA
Well, the captain of the ship was very kind to me.
JOHN BEAL
O! But what did you do when you landed?
MIRALDA
O, there were some Arabs coming this way in a caravan. They were really very good to me too.
JOHN BEAL
But the camel?
MIRALDA
O, there were some people the other side of the mountains. Everybody has been very
kind about it. And then there was the man who showed me here. He’s called Hafiz el Alcolahn. It’s a nice name, don’t you think?
JOHN BEAL
But, you know, this country, Miss
Clement, I’m half afraid it’s hardly–isn’t it, Archie? Er–how long did you think of
staying?
MIRALDA
O, a week or so.
JOHN BEAL
I don’t know what you’ll think of Al
Shaldomir. I’m afraid you’ll find it . . .
MIRALDA
Oh, I like it. Just that hollow in the mountains, and the one pass, and no record of it anywhere. I like that. I think it’s lovely.
JOHN BEAL
You see, I’m afraid–what I mean is I’m afraid the place isn’t even on the map!
MIRALDA
O, that’s lovely of it.
JOHN BEAL
All decent places are.
MIRALDA
You mean if a place is on the map we’ve got to behave accordingly. But if not, why . . .
JOHN BEAL
Hussein won’t pay.
MIRALDA
Let’s see Hussein.
JOHN BEAL
I’m afraid he’s rather, he’s rather a savage-looking brigand.
MIRALDA
Never mind.
[ARCHIE is quietly listening and smiling sometimes.
Enter DAOUD. He goes up to the
unholy heap and takes away two large idols, one under each arm. Exit.]
What’s that, Mr. Beal?
JOHN BEAL
O, that. I’m afraid it’s rather horrible. I told you it was an awful country. They pray to these idols here, and some are all right, though of course it’s terribly
blasphemous, but that heap, well, I’m afraid, well that heap is very bad indeed.
MIRALDA
What do they do?
JOHN BEAL
They kill people.
MIRALDA
Do they? How?
JOHN BEAL
I’m afraid they pour their blood down those horrible throats.
MIRALDA
Do they? How do you know?
JOHN BEAL
I’ve seen them do it, and those mouths are all rusty. But it’s all right now. It won’t happen any more.
MIRALDA
Won’t it? Why not?
JOHN BEAL
Well, I . . .
ARCHIE BEAL
He’s stopped them, Miss Clement. They’re all going to be thrown into the river.
MIRALDA
Have you?
JOHN BEAL
Well, yes. I had to. So it’s all right now. They won’t do it any more.
MIRALDA
H’m.
JOHN BEAL
What, what is it? I promise you that’s all right. They won’t do that any more.
MIRALDA
H’m. I’ve never known anyone that tried to govern a country or anything of that sort, but . . .
JOHN BEAL
Of course, I’m just doing what I can to put them right.. . . I’d be very glad of your advice. . . Of course, I’m only here in
your name.
MIRALDA
What I mean is that I’d always thought that the one thing you shouldn’t do, if you don’t mind my saying so. . .
JOHN BEAL
No, certainly.
MIRALDA
Was to interfere in people’s
religious beliefs.
JOHN BEAL
But, but I don’t think you quite
understand. The priests knife these people in the throat, boys and girls, and then acolytes lift them up and the blood runs down. I’ve seen them.
MIRALDA
I think it’s best to leave religion to the priests. They understand that kind of thing.
[JOHN BEAL opens his mouth in horror
and looks at ARCHIE. ARCHIE returns the glance; there is very nearly a twinkle in ARCHIE’s eyes.]
MIRALDA
Let’s see Hussein.
JOHN BEAL
What do you think, Archie?
ARCHIE BEAL
Poor fellow. We’d better send for him.
MIRALDA
Why do you say “poor fellow”?
ARCHIE BEAL
Oh, because he’s so much in debt. It’s awful to be in debt. I’d sooner almost
anything happened to me than to owe a lot of money.
MIRALDA
Your remark didn’t sound very
complimentary.
ARCHIE BEAL
O, I only meant that I’d hate to be in debt. And I should hate owing money to you,
Because . . .
MIRALDA
Why?
ARCHIE BEAL
Because I should so awfully want to pay it.
MIRALDA
I see.
ARCHIE BEAL
That’s all I meant.
MIRALDA
Does Hussein awfully want to pay it?
ARCHIE BEAL
Well, no. But he hasn’t seen you yet. He will then, of course.
[Enter DAOUD. He goes to the unholy
heap.]
JOHN BEAL
Daoud, for the present these gods must stay. Aho-oomlah’s gone, but the rest must stay for the present.
DAOUD
Even so, great master.
JOHN BEAL
Daoud, go once more to the palace of the