The Cairo Trilogy: Palace Walk, Palace of Desire, Sugar Street by Naguib Mahfouz


  'You!”

  The voice from behind made hisheart quiver. He quickly turned his eyes from the mammoth female and saw a young woman in a white coat. He could not help but exclaim, “Zanuba!”

  They shook hands warmly and she laughed. He suggested they should keep walking to avoid attracting attention. So they strolled along side by side as the crowd swarmed around them. Thus they met again after a long separation. She had only rarely and infrequently crossed his mind after various considerations had distracted him. Yet he found her as beautiful as the day he left her, or possibly even more attractive. What was this new style of clothing she was wearing instead of the traditional black wrap? An invigorating wave of delight spread through him.

  She asked, “How are you?”

  “Great. And you?”

  “Like this.”

  “Superb, praise God. You've changed the way you dress. I hardly recognized you at first. I still remember how you looked in your wrap when you walked.”

  “You haven't changed. You don't look older, but you've gained a little weight. That's the only thing.”

  “Now you're something else! You're a European girl!” He smiled cautiously before adding, “Except the hips come from al-Ghuriya.”

  “Watch your tongue!”

  “You scare me. Have you repented or gotten married?”

  “Nothing's beyond God's power.”

  “Your white coat belies a return to God. As for marriage, it's not farfetched to think a lack of sense would lead you to it someday.”

  “Watch out. I'm as good as married.”

  He laughed. As they turned into the Muski, he said, “Exactly like me.”

  “But you really are married. Isn't that so?”

  “How did you learn that?” Then, reconsidering, he added, “Oh, I forgot that all our secrets eventually get to you.”


  He laughed again suggestively. Smiling mysteriously, she said, “You mean at the sultana's house?”

  “Or my father's. Hasn't their affection continued?”

  “Sort of.”

  “Everything with you is tentative now. Well, I'm sort of married. I mean I'm married and looking for a girlfriend.”

  She brushed a fly from her face, and the gold bracelets on her arm jingled. She said, “I'm a girlfriend who's looking for a marriage.”

  “A girlfriend? Who's the lucky son of a…”

  She interrupted him, cautioning, “Don't insult people. He's an important man.”

  Eyeing her sarcastically, he said, “Important! Ha-ha, Zanuba, I wish I could ram my horn into you.”

  “Do you remember the last time we met?”

  'Oh, my son Ridwan's six now. That must have been about seven years ago.”

  “A lifetime___”

  “While still alive, one should never despair of meeting again.”

  Or of parting.”

  “You seem to have shrugged off loyalty with your black wrap.”

  She frowned at him and said, “Ox, who are you to talk about fidelity?”

  He was pleased to see her become this familiar, for it encouraged his ambitions. He replied, “God only knows how delighted [am to see you again. I've thought of you frequently. But that's the way the world is.”

  “The world ofwomen, huh?”

  Pretending to be upset, he said, “The world of death, the world of troubles.”

  “You seem to bear your troubles well. Mules could certainly envy your health.”

  “If only the beautiful eye isn't envious….”

  “Are you afraid of the evil eye? You're as tall and broad as Abd al-Halim al-Masri.”

  He laughed conceitedly. After falling silent for a time, he asked in a new, serious tone, “Where were you going?”

  “Why does a woman come to al-Tarbi'a Alley if not to shop? Or do you think everyone's like you with only one thought in life - sex?”

  “Falsely accused, by God.”

  “You, innocent? When I caught sight of you, your eyes were assaulting a woman as big as a city gate.”

  “No. I was lost in thought and totally unaware of what I was looking at.”

  “You! My advice for anyone wishing to find you is to walk along al-Tarbi'a and look for the largest woman. I guarantee that he'll definitely find you stuck to her like a tick on a dog.”

  “Woman, your tongue gets more vicious every day.”

  “May God's holy name protect yours too.”

  “Never mind that. Let's stick to essentials. Where are you going now?

  “I'm shopping. Then I'll go home.”

  He fell silent for a moment, as if hesitating. Then he said, “What would you think about us spending some time together?”

  She glanced at him with playful black eyes and replied, “I have a jealous man to consider.”

  Ignoring her objection, he continued: “A nice place where we can have a couple of drinks.”

  In a louder voice than before she answered, “I told you there's a jealous man in my life.”

  Paying no attention to that comment, he added, “The Tout-Va-Bien … what do you think? It's a charming place and respectable. I'll get this taxi.”

  A mumbled protest escaped her. Then she asked with a disapproving tone not matched by her facial expression, “By force?” She glanced at her wristwatch, and this new gesture almost made him laugh. In a voice that laid down the law, she said, “Just don't make me late. It's six now, and I must be home before eight.”

  As the taxi set off, Yasin wondered whether anyone had noticed them in al-Tarbi'a or the Muski. He shrugged his shoulders disdainfully and with the handle of his ivory fly whisk shoved back his fez, which was slanting down over his right eyebrow. What did he care? Maryam was alone in the world. She did not have a savage guardian like Muhammad Iffat, who had wrecked the first marriage Yasin had established. His own father was a suave man who realized that Yasin was no longer an inexperienced child to be punished in the courtyard of the old house.

  They took seats opposite each other at a table in the garden of the Tout-Va-Bien. The bar was crowded with men and women. The player piano was belting out its monotonous pieces, and the aroma of grilled meat came with the evening breeze from a far corner. She was so ill at ease that he realized it was the first time she had ever patronized a public establishment. He felt a sharp delight. The next moment he was certain that he was in the grips of a genuine longing, not just a transient lust. Those bygone days with her seemed the happiest of his whole life.

  He ordered a bottle of cognac and then some grilled meat. His cheeks were growing flushed, and his black hair, parted in the middle like his father's, was visible when he removed his fez. On noticing the resemblance, Zanuba smiled faintly. He naturally did not understand why. For the first time ever he was sitting with a woman.in a tavern outside of the Wajh al-Birka entertainment district. It was also his first amorous adventure subsequent to his second marriage;, with the exception of one indiscretion in Abd al-Khaliq Alley. Aid he did not normally drink good-quality cognac outside his house. He only got first-rate liquor when he purchased bottles to take home for what he termed licit, “medicinal” purposes.

  He filled the two glasses with pride and relief. Then, raising his, he said, 'To the health of Miss Zanuba Martell.”

  She answered with sweet arrogance, “I drink Dewar's scotch with the bey.”

  He grumbled, “I don't want to hear about him. May our Lord put him in the past tense.”

  “No way!”

  “We'll see. Each glass we drink opens up new doors for us and smooths away difficulties.”

  They both sensed that the time was short and drank quickly. The glasses were filled and drained again and again. The cognac's fiery tongue began to trill in their stomachs, and the mercury of intoxication rose in the thermometer of their veins. The green leaves watching them from pots behind the wooden garden railing revealed glistening smiles. The piano's music fell on more indulgent ears. Faces both dreamy and feisty repeatedly exchanged fond and friendly looks.
Waves of cool evening air flowed around them with silent music. Everything seemed pleasant and beautiful.

  “Do y ou know what I felt like saying when I first saw you today-when you were gazing, as if possessed, at that woman?”

  “Yes? … But finish your glass first, so I can fill it.”

  Helping herself to a sliver of meat, she continued: “I almost shouted, ‘You son of a bitch …’ ”

  Laughing fruitily, he asked, “Why didn't you, bitch's daughter?”

  “Because I only curse men I love. You were little more than a stranger to me then.”

  “How about now?”

  “A bastard for sixty generations.”

  “My goodness, an insult's even more intoxicating at times than alcohol. This blessed night will be in all the papers tomorrow.”

  “Why, God forbid? Do you intend to cause trouble?”

  “Lord, be gracious to her, and to me.”

  Then she inquired with obvious interest, “Why haven't you told me about your new wife?”

  Stroking his mustache, he answered, “The poor dear! Her mother died this year.”

  “May you have a long life. Was she rich?”

  “She left a house, the one beside ours - I mean next to my father's. But she left it jointly to her new husband and my wife.”

  “Your wife must be a beauty, for you always get the best.”

  He replied cautiously, “She has a certain beauty, but it doesn't compare with yours.”

  “Shame on you.”

  “Have you ever known me to lie?”

  “You! There are times when I even doubt that your name's Yasin.”

  “Then let's drink this round too.”

  “Are you getting me drunk so I'll believe you?”

  “If I tell you I want you and long for you, would you doubt me then?”

  “You probably talk like this to every woman you meet.”

  “Say rather that a hungry man desires all kinds of food yet retains a hankering for mallow greens.”

  “A man who really loves a woman will not hesitate to marry her.”

  He sighed and then said, “You're mistaken. I'd like to stand on this table and scream at the top of my lungs, ‘Any of you men who's in love with a woman don't marry her.’ Yes, nothing kills love so effectively as marriage. Believe me. I've learned from my own experience. I married once and then a second time. I know how true this is.”

  “Perhaps you haven't yet found the woman who's right for you.”

  “Right? What kind of woman would that be? Which of my senses will guide me to her? Where is this woman who'll never be boring?”

  She laughed lethargically and then commented, “It sounds as if you'd like to be a bull in a pasture full of cows. That's what you need.”

  Snapping his fingers appreciatively, he said, “God, God! Who used to call me that in the old days? It was my father, may he have a good evening. How I wish I could be like him. He acquired a wife whose obedience and moderation are exemplary and has been able to give free rein to his passions without encountering any problems. He's successful in his marriage and in his affairs. That's what I'd like.”

  “How old ishe?”

  “I think he's about fifty-five, but he's stronger than most young men.”

  “No one can hold out against time forever. May our Lord grant him good health.”

  “My father's the exception. He's the sweetheart of women other men crave. Don't you see him nowadays at your house?”

  Laughing and tossing a bone to a cat meowing at her feet, she said, “I left that house some months ago. Now I have my own home. I'm the lady of the house.”

  “Really? I thought you were joking. Have you left the troupe as well?”

  “Yes. You're speaking to a lady in every sense of the word.”

  He guffawed contentedly. Then he said, “So drink and let me drink. May our Lord be gracious to us.”

  He felt temptation inside and outside him. But which was the voice and which the echo? Even more marvelous was the life throbbing in material objects around them. The flowerpots whispered as they rocked back and forth. The pillars exchanged secrets. As the sky gazed down with starry, sleep-filled eyes at the earth, it spoke. He and his companion exchanged messages expressing their inmost feelings while a glow, both visible and invisible, confounded their hearts and dazzled their eyes. Something was at work in the world, tickling people until they were plunged into laughter. A look, word, gesture, anything was enough to induce all of them to laugh. Time fled as quickly as youth. The waiters carrying the fermented germ of exuberance distributed it to all the tables with grave faces. The tunes of the piano seemed to come from far away and were almost drowned out by the clattering wheels of the streetcar. On the sidewalk rowdy boys and men collecting cigarette butts created a commotion like the drone of flies, as night's legions set up camp in the district.

  “You seem to be watching for the waiter to come ask, ‘Are you too drunk to find your way home?’ You're ignoring and avoiding that issue and an even more important one. If only Maryam would kneel before you and whisper, ‘All I need is one room where I can busy myself obeying your every command. Fill the rest of the apartment with all the women you want.’ If the headmaster at school would only pat you on the shoulder and say, ‘How's your father, my son?’ If only the government would carve out a new street in front of the store in al-Hamzawi and the residence in al-Ghuriya. If only Zanuba would tell you, ‘Tomorrow I'm leaving my lover's house and then I'll be at your service.’ If all this would happen, people would gather after the Friday prayer service and kiss each other with sincere affection. Tonight the best thing you can do is to sit on the sofa while Zanuba dances naked in front of you. Then you'll have a chance to monitor the beauty spot over her navel.”

  “How's the beloved beauty spot?” he asked as he smilingly gestured toward his own belly.

  She laughed and replied, “It kisses your hand”.

  Glancing casually around the place, he said, “Do you see these men? Each is the debauched son of a fallen woman. All drunks are like this.”

  “We're honored. But my brain is flying off in every direction”. ”

  I hope the part inhabited by your boyfriend soars away.

  “Oh, if he knew what's become of us! He'll stab you one day with the tip of his mustache.”

  “Ishe a Syrian with a colossal one?”

  “Syrian?” Then she started singing in a loud voice the Syrian dialect word for salve: “Barhum, oh barhum …”

  “Hush. Don't attract attention.”

  “Whose attention, blind man? Only a few people are left.”

  After rubbing his stomach and sighing, he observed, “Drink's a crazy thing.”

  “The crazy thing was your mother.”

  “You're talking louder than you should. Let's go.”

  “Where?”

  “You know more than I do. Our feet will decide.”

  “Is a person successful when he lets his feet guide him?”

  “That's safer at any rate than relying on a disordered brain.”

  “Think a little about…”

  He interrupted her by rising tipsily and saying, “We need to act without any thought. Until tomorrow morning there's no point trying to think. Let's go.”

  97

  “THE HOUSES have closed their eyes. The streets are vacant except for an occasional roving breeze or the light from a sleepy lamp. Free from any competition, silence has wandered everywhere, spreading its wings. What good are hotels? The desk clerks look askance at you, as if you've got a dizzying disease they don't want to catch. Yes, you can scoff at their hostility, but you still don't have a place to stay. Other lovers are tucked in bed. How long are you going to wander around? Here's a driver raising hishead heavy with sleep. He's looking at you in a welcoming way. God's mercy on anyone who drags a woman around in the wee hours of the night looking for a place to stay.”

  “Where to?” Yasin asked.

  The driver replied w
ith a smile, “Anywhere you want.”

  Yasin told him, “I wasn't asking you.”

  The man replied, “At your service, in any case.”

  “Don't ask me,” Zanuba said. “Ask yourself. Why didn't you think about that before you got drunk?”

  Encouraged by seeing them stand beside his carriage, the coachman suggested, “The Nile! That's the best place. Shall I take you to the banks of the Nile?”

  Yasin asked contentiously, “Are you a coachman or a sailor? What would we do by the Nile at this hour of the night?”

  The driver said suggestively, “The light's dim, and no one's around.”

  “Ideal conditions for thieves.”

  Zanuba said fearfully, “Terrible! My ears, neck, and arms are weighted down with gold.”

  Shrugging his shoulders, the driver said, “There's nothing to fear. Every night I go there with fine people like you and we return in top condition.”

 
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