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LIFE MUST GO ON

In Rabat he took us to see the Sultan, accompanied by a superb mounted troop whose red coats streamed in the wind. A negro guard playing flutes and tambourines received us in the courtyard of a palace out of The
Thousand and One Nights where visitors and beggars along the walls formed a frieze worthy of a palace in Susa. The Sultan, swathed in veils, was seated on his throne. The Marshal bowed very low and said to the interpreter:
`Tell Sidna (His Majesty) that I felicitate him on having constructed so fine a railway in his possessions.'
The interpreter murmured a few words in Arabic; the Sultan replied.
'Sidna says,' the interpreter translated, `that he would never have accomplished it without the Marshal's support.'
Such indeed was our impression as well.
`Say to Sidna,' the Marshal went on, `that his subjects like the new railway and that many of them are already travelling on the sections that are now open.'
Translation ... Reply:
'Sidna says that even more would do so if it were less expensive.'
When the audience ended the Marshal made us walk out backward. He imposed on all, and on himself as well, the respect required by imperial protocol, for by maintaining the prestige of the Sultan he strengthened his own power.
In Fez we lodged in the beautiful palace of Bou Jeloud in rooms panelled in cedar wood with high sculptured doors. In the morning we would go out barefooted into a courtyard paved with sun-warmed tiles of white and blue faience. Orange trees, planted amid the flagging, perfumed the warm air and a gentle Arabic fountain played in a faience basin. The officer in command of Fez was General de Chambrun, whom I had known in Paris, and whose wife (nee Clara Longworth) was an erudite Shakespearean. With them I went up on the hills beyond the gates of the city to see the evening shadows invade the white terraces and a little later to hear the shrill, sad singing of the women.
In the evening Henriot and I dined with General de Chambrun: Our host and his wife showed a forced gaiety and we noticed strange, secret conferences, military messengers came in during the meal and whispered incomprehensible news in an atmosphere of apprehension and expectancy.
`Haven't you a feeling,' I said to Henriot, `that we are in a house where

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