I remember the first time I saw him when our father took us for a ride. Mahmoud loved his work, his arabia but most of all Aly his horse to which he spoke calmly and lovingly. He clutched a long whip which he never used on Aly. He just started the arabia with a hissing sound like sssssssssss, and lashed at the road with his whip frightening the passers-by. The seats were of black quilted leather, a little worn here and there and could sit 5 people very comfortably because there was a long bench at the back of the driver as well.
The Fayoumi breed is a small bird that comes in only one color variation. The heads and long necks are purely silver, while the rest of their compact body is barred in silver and black all the way through the tail. This breed has lots of energy, so it loves to forage and it is very good at it. Some people say that Egyptian Fayoumis could exist without human care and in the wild b ecause of their small body, and light feathering, this breed is very a daptable to hot weather.
Its high energy, and self-sufficient ability also contribute to its independent nature. However they are not aggressive towards humans, and the roosters are generally much more calm than other breeds. They are good layers of small, off-white eggs. They are not prone to broodiness, so you should see consistent production from your Fayoumi breed. It is set during the reign of Nebka Sanakhte. It tells us of the chief lector priest Ubainer who discovers that his wife is having an affair with a villager.
He makes a crocodile out of wax and brings it to life using magic before setting it to catch the villager. Then, he calls the crocodile to bring the villager before Nebka who tells the crocodile to eat the villager and orders the wife to be burned and then thrown into the river despite there being no evidence that capital punishment as opposed to divorce was the remedy in cases of adultery.
Now it was his majesty who went to [ ] and his majesty who performed the [rite of ]. The chief lector priest Ubainer was with [him and] the wife of Ubainer who had a chest full of clothes for him.
The he came back with the maid. After days had passed after this [ ] there was a pavilion in the garden of Ubainer. Right then, Nektarios, the monk in charge of the stables, entered. Dead stillness prevailed in the room. All had bowed their heads. Joseph spoke first. With tears in his eyes he bade farewell asking once again for forgiveness and took his leave to follow his destiny.
Before he left, he stood at the gate, crossed himself and took a look around as if he wished to depict in his mind this very last picture of the monastery. Then he mounted the mule and set off. On the way his mind strayed to the most improbable thoughts. All his fears centered to Laskarakis, the age-long litigant of the monastery. Certainly, the greedy man of power had had a hand in it. He even deprived the daily bread from his widow and orphans. On that occasion Joseph had gone to the kaymakam, the governor of the district, but despite his pleading, he could do nothing.
Ever since there was enmity with him. One afternoon, at vespers, he saw him coming into the church. And then Laskarakis turned nastier.
A roaring laughter was heard and a weapon was seen aiming at him. The abbot was frightened and his knees turned to water. Has the fiend possessed you, my child? Someone sent him word that Laskarakis had even gone to the pasha, and then he boasted that his job was accomplished. It was already past midday when they arrived at Rethymno. All the people were at the market place doing their Christmas purchases for the following day.
Among this entire multitude a priest accompanied by six zaptiye constables could not be unnoticed. Most of them looked on idly. What fault have you found in this poor innocent old priest? When they reached the seraglio, the officer led him to the guest quarters. He left him there alone to be summoned by the pasha. The time went by but no message was coming.
He could not stand the unbearable burden of his anguish. I shall perish at the hands of the pasha, the Strangler. He did not spare his own kind; can one expect to spare me? At that moment the door creaked wide open. There stood the pasha. The abbot stood up to greet him but the pasha did not heed him. He only looked at him sternly and asked:. The priest mumbled an excuse. Joseph followed him. They passed through the corridor into a room, where there was a table laden with a variety of tempting dainties, which taxed his hunger.
Joseph regarded this cornucopia, which lured him to the table. He was about to relent but immediately he kept back, Down By The Priests Jetty = Κάτω Απ Τη Σκάλα Του Παπά. He would not defile the day! The Turk laughed sarcastically. He almost dragged him there, where another table with Lenten food was spread. He began eating heartily. In all this ado he forgot that he had not eaten since the previous lunchtime.
His stomach, however, had not forgotten. Therefore, he set aside his fears and took to relishing his meal. Whatever may befall him, at least he could have his fill. He was almost finished when a servant made his appearance at the door. He nodded to him to stand up. He obeyed and after a while Down By The Priests Jetty = Κάτω Απ Τη Σκάλα Του Παπά was brought again before the pasha. He paused. Joseph thought. Then the pasha resumed:. She says tomorrow on Christmas day she wants to have a meal, something you prepare in your churches.
She claims you priests only know how to prepare it. This is not food. Joseph flared up in indignation. What prevents you from doing so? Bread and wine have Down By The Priests Jetty = Κάτω Απ Τη Σκάλα Του Παπά in plenty. Joseph was strengthened by incredible courage.
His manner brooked no objection. However Joseph kept insisting. I need to use a church, clerical vestment, liturgical books, and a host of other things! Then not wishing perhaps to be heard, he said sotto voce:. He opened the door, examined the corridor and then nodded to Joseph to follow him. At short distance he stood in front a mural on the wall. He pushed on and the mural gave in. It was a hidden door.
A flight of stairs led to the vaults of the seraglio. Large arches which supported the entire load of the building formed small chambers in a row. The entrance of one of them, the furthermost, was hung by a long sheet. The pasha lifted one end and urged him to go through. Joseph could not conceal his surprise. There, in front of him he could see the sanctum of an orthodox church. A table in Down By The Priests Jetty = Κάτω Απ Τη Σκάλα Του Παπά middle, covered by a red cloth, served as the Altar.
On it there was a small gospel. On the left there was another one with a paten and a chalice on it — the Oblation. He removed his monastic cap and bowed to the gospel. A censer, candlesticks, frankincense. Everything was in order. And on a silver platter there was also a freshly baked offertory bun. The pasha also unlocked a cabinet wherein hung a clerical liturgical outfit. The abbot turned around and looked at the pasha in surprise. The pasha hurried to answer. And before Joseph could utter another word, he was interrupted by the pasha.
As soon as they returned to the guest chamber, the pasha rang a bell. At once a servant appeared whom he ordered to accompany the priest to his quarters. Joseph followed him but as they were coming out, the pasha held him by the frock, drew close to him and whispered in his ear in Greek:. The room was furnished with a bed, on which there was a thick mattress, a table and a nightstand.
The walls were hung with multicolored carpets. He wanted to say the after supper prayers before he went to bed — he ought not to forget his monastic habits after all — but he was so drowsy that his legs could not stand him. Therefore, he omitted the last lines, marked the end and fell onto the bed with his clothes on. Immediately he sank into sleep, a deep, unperturbed, dreamless slumber. He woke up some time in the dark and wondered what time it was. He had a hunch it was still early and he had enough time to sleep on.
But could he trust his intuition? He had better get up and look at the sky in order to find out about the time.
As he was about to make his first step, he remembered that the room had no windows! How could he know the time now? He had no watch — after all what use is it to monks? At that moment two consecutive knocks were heard at the door. He sprang out of his bed at once. He got quickly ready and came out into the corridor. He paused for a while to orient himself whither he had to go. The feeble light of the lamps, which hung sparsely, showed him the way. He proceeded and shortly he was in the guest quarters.
A short distance further on was the mural. Next to it a lamp shed its dim light. He smiled. The Strangler had provided for everything. He pushed open the secret door, took the lamp with him to shine his descent by the stairs, and shortly he reached the improvised church.
Then he drew the sheet aside to enter the sanctum. He bowed down and lit the candles, one upon the Altar and one at the offertory.
Then he put on his stole and began reading the Six Psalms. In turn, he chanted the hymns of the day in their order:. It was Christmas and Christmas is beautifully celebrated in every Down By The Priests Jetty = Κάτω Απ Τη Σκάλα Του Παπά, even in the vaults of the seraglio. His spirit was elated.
Before he began the canonhe walked to the oblation table to make the offering. His love proclaim! Christ on earth! Exalt His Name! Sing to the LordO world, with exultation! Break forth in glad thanksgiving, every nation! For He hath triumphed gloriously! He could not believe his ears! He turned around and what he saw made him furious. The pasha was chanting! For a moment he thought to suspend his priestly duties and dash upon him, grab at his throat and choke his breath out of him.
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