<h2>CHAPTER VII</h2>
<h3>AFTER THE BATTLE</h3>
<p>Before leaving Cairo to meet and oppose the French
advance, Murad Bey had arranged that a large chain
was to be stretched, as a boom, across the river, and
batteries erected upon the adjacent shore to play
upon the enemy in the confusion he anticipated
would arise from their meeting with this obstacle.
It was not, however, until the news of the defeat of
the Mamaluks at Shebriss had thrown the capital
into the utmost confusion, that any serious efforts
were made to prepare the defences of the city.
When that news came to the people, who had been
looking forward to receiving tidings of the destruction
of the French, then Ibrahim Bey and Bekir
Pacha, filled with alarm at this first note of disaster,
jointly called upon the whole population to take up
arms and hasten to the riverside for the defence of
their homes and families. Weapons and ammunition
were served out as long as they could be got to all
comers, and when the supply of deadlier arms ran
short, the deficiency was made good in intention, if
not in fact, by the distribution of naboots, long staffs
of hard wood, which the Egyptians of the lower<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_95" id="Page_95"></SPAN></span>
classes are accustomed to use much as our distant
forebears used their quarter-staffs. Other impromptu
weapons were provided by the people themselves,
such as knives lashed to the end of long sticks, this
primitive arm which could be either wielded as a
lance or thrown as a javelin being destined at a later
date to deprive the French of one of their ablest
generals.</p>
<p>Cairo was at that time separated from the river
by an open stretch of ground, now covered by the
avenues lined by the villas and mansions that form
the Kasr el Aini and Ismailia quarters of the town.
At the north end of this space was the small town of
Boulac, which served as the port of the city then as it
still does. This was the spot chosen by Ibrahim Bey
as the headquarters for the defence of the town, and
here and around the people were gathered, and
quantities of stores and ammunition of every kind
collected, whatever was needed or desired, if not
found in the magazines of the State, being seized
without ceremony wherever it could be got. For
several days the space between the two towns was
covered with the crowds coming and going, engaged
in the transport of the various materials required; and
so great was the haste to finish the work and the
desire to help it on, that men of almost all degrees
assisted in the task. As it was impossible to find
accommodation for everybody at Boulac, a large
number of the people returned to their homes in the
city to pass the night and gain well-earned repose,
but only to return at the first dawn of day. Unwonted
and severe as was the labour they had to<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_96" id="Page_96"></SPAN></span>
undergo, all worked not only willingly but with the
greatest enthusiasm, and with all the needless noise
and tumult that is a never-failing part of any exertion
the Egyptian worker is called upon to make.
Not unnaturally the workers encouraged each other
by vaunting cries of contempt and derision for the
enemy they were expecting, and thus incurred the
censure of the Egyptian historian Gabarty, who condemns
such conduct as lacking in the dignity that
should distinguish the defence of Islam.</p>
<p>The Ulema, who, like the Druids of old, have
always been exempt from military service and taxation,
were like them, not backward in encouraging
others in their toil or in assisting in such ways and
manners as befitted their character. Very properly
they busied themselves especially in prayer, and at
all the stated hours of worship offered up fervent
supplications to the Deity for protection and victory,
and, the children of all the schools being under
their charge, they gathered these and led them
in processions reciting invocations suited to the
occasion.</p>
<p>The dervishes, or, as they are often incorrectly
termed, the "Monks of Islam," who are in reality
simply members of lay confraternities, such as those
of the Catholic Church, also assembled themselves
and paraded the streets flying their banners and
accompanied by the weird Arab music of pipes and
drums that, unwelcome to European ears, has a
strange fascination for the Arab and Egyptian, and,
like the "�a ira" or "Marseillaise" in the streets of
Paris, fills its hearers with a fierce longing for action<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_97" id="Page_97"></SPAN></span>
and excitement, a wild craving to be up and doing
they know not what, or why.</p>
<p>Some of the wealthier citizens left the town to seek
refuge in the neighbouring villages, others simply
sent their families and valuables away and joined the
gathering at Boulac, and the town being thus practically
deserted—even the Sheikhs el Harah, petty
officials appointed in all the quarters of the town to
look after public order, being engaged at Boulac—the
streets, which in ordinary times were swept and
watered daily, were neglected, and business of every
kind being of necessity at a standstill, the poorer
classes, who lived from hand to mouth on their daily
earnings, no longer finding any employment, were
driven by sheer starvation to seek in robbery and
crime a means of living.</p>
<p>The Dewan having been broken up by the departure
of Murad Bey and others of the Mamaluk chiefs,
no regular council could be held; but Bekir Pacha,
with some of the Ulema and leading men who
remained, held frequent consultations and were in
constant communication with Ibrahim Bey, who
remained at Boulac day and night to supervise the
work there and along the river, by the side of which
batteries were being erected for a distance of nearly
three miles north of Boulac.</p>
<p>Ibrahim Bey appears to the last to have preserved
his confidence in the certainty of the Mamaluks
proving victorious, but Bekir Pacha, when the news
of the near approach of the French was received,
decided in conjunction with some of the Ulema to
make an attempt to treat with the enemy. With this<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_98" id="Page_98"></SPAN></span>
object in view they sent for a Monsieur Bandeuf, who
was regarded as the leader of the French colony, and
begged him to tell them candidly what he thought
was the object of the invasion. He, of course, was
no better informed upon this point than they were
themselves, but he could at least form an idea, and
his reply was that he believed it most likely the
French desired nothing more than a free passage
through the country to enable them to proceed to
India to join their countrymen there in their struggle
with the English. Accepting this as, at least, a
possibly true explanation of the invasion, they proposed
to Monsieur Bandeuf that he should go as
an envoy from them to Bonaparte, and assure him of
their willingness to facilitate him in every way if
such were his object. Not without some hesitation
occasioned by his fear that it would not be possible
for him to reach the French camp in safety, Monsieur
Bandeuf consented to do this, and was preparing to
set out, with an escort of the Mamaluks of Ibrahim
Bey for his protection, when the reverberations of
the cannon at Embabeh were heard, and they realised
that it was too late for such an embassy as they had
proposed.</p>
<p>As soon as Ibrahim Bey heard the commencement
of the battle he began to take such steps as he could
to forward assistance to Murad Bey, but long before
any effective move in that direction could be made
the battle was over, and Ibrahim Bey, hearing of the
flight of Murad, hastened back to Cairo with Bekir
Pacha, to take their families and valuables and flee.</p>
<p>Words fail to describe the panic that overwhelmed<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_99" id="Page_99"></SPAN></span>
the people. Utterly helpless, and unaccustomed to
think or act for themselves, unarmed and without
any possible means of defence, they saw themselves,
deserted by their leaders, at the mercy of a foe
from whom, as they thought, they could expect no
quarter and no pity, while the military force, in the
protection of which they had felt such unbounded
confidence, was in full flight leaving them to their
fate. To any unwarlike and helpless people to be
thus suddenly abandoned as a prey to an unknown
foe must have seemed an appalling disaster, but in
this case no circumstance seems to have been wanting
that could by any possibility add to the natural
terror of the people at the calamity that had so
suddenly befallen them. In less than an hour they
were plunged from an exulting ecstasy of triumphant
anticipation to the crushing despondency of the direst
despair. The consternation that had been occasioned
by the first news of the defeat of the Mamaluks at
Shebriss had been largely, if not wholly, dissipated
by the representations of the Mamaluks, and so loud
and blatant were the vauntings of the people that
Gabarty, whose Arab blood had but little sympathy
for any open expression of the emotions, speaks in
the most contemptuous terms of their conduct as
wholly unworthy of a people deserving of any esteem.
Nor had the Mamaluks, knowing well how little love
the people bore them, neglected to contribute all
they could to their fear of the French by attributing
to these the lust of rapine and bloodthirsty cruelty.
And with the news of the defeat and flight of Murad
Bey came the tale of the slaughter of the Mamaluks<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_100" id="Page_100"></SPAN></span>
by the riverside to confirm and augment the worst
fears of the people. Later on reports were spread
that the French were still busy slaying and destroying
all before them, and, Ibrahim Bey having ordered
the burning of all the boats to prevent the French
using them to cross the river, the people, ignorant of
this, took the dense columns of smoke arising from
the riverside as confirmation of the ruthless ravage
the French were said to be wrecking. In the dire
madness of the despair that seized them no room was
left for any other thoughts than those of self-preservation,
and, as the evening closed in and night fell,
the whole population, laden with all they could carry
of their goods or wealth, streamed out of the city
gates. In the maddened rush for safety, all the
claims of blood and friendship were forgotten, and
men and women alike, frantic from their fears, fought
their way through the fleeing crowds heedless of
parents, wives, brothers, sisters.</p>
<p>More than one writer has taken this wild exodus as
a text to accuse the people of cowardice. Nothing
could be more unjust. They were flying from what
to them was a very real and immediate danger, and
for the most part on foot from mounted foes. They
could see no other choice but fly or die, and the
darkness of the night, the suddenness of the danger,
everything helped to urge them onward. Not more
sure was Christian that he was fleeing from the City
of Destruction than were they. It was a panic such
as seizes a people with all the more uncontrollable
force in that it comes as a sudden revulsion from
peaceful ease; one such as those that in our own<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_101" id="Page_101"></SPAN></span>
days in London, Paris, New York, and San Francisco
have turned laughing, joyous crowds of pleasure-seekers
into mobs of frenzied fugitives. When in
the days of the dynamite scare in London the crash
of the Scotland Yard explosion was heard in the
Strand, men dashed here and there for safety from
the danger that had passed. Not long after I saw a
roomful of men hurl themselves headlong down a
narrow flight of stairs, fleeing madly from the report
of a detonating cigar! I have seen panic seize a
thousand emigrants on board a German ship in mid-ocean;
another, the pilgrims for Mecca on an Austrian
ship in Bombay Harbour; another, the coolies working
on the Hurnai Railway in Beloochistan. In these
cases the panic-creating danger was an imaginary
one, and yet in real danger these same victims
of panic remained calm and collected. It was so,
as we shall have occasion to see, with the unhappy
Cairenes.</p>
<p>I have spoken already of the fears that the coming
of the French had awakened in the hearts of the
people, and to the Cairenes it must have seemed on
that most miserable of nights as if the realisation of
all the worst of those fears was but the question of a
few moments. As the evening had fallen had they
not seen the columns of flame-emblazoned smoke
that to them were a proof of the ferocious fury of
the foe? Had they not seen the Mamaluk Chiefs,
the bravest of the brave, fleeing for life with breathless
haste? With no arms, no leaders, nothing
but instant flight as the only means of safety they
could conceive, surely a people who had not been<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_102" id="Page_102"></SPAN></span>
panic-stricken in such dire peril would have been
a nation of heroes such as the world has never
yet seen!</p>
<p>But if safety for them lay outside the city, it was
not beneath its walls, for there the Bedouin tribesmen,
whom Ibrahim Bey had summoned to assist
him in the defence of the town, disappointed of the
plunder of the French army to which they had
looked forward as their only inducement to take
part in the contest, with untroubled consciences
turned to the pillage of the unhappy fugitives as a
heaven-sent compensation for their unrealised hopes.
Nor were they content with the rich plunder that
thus easily fell into their hands, but with wanton
savagery murdered the men and outraged and slew
the women. Thus finding at the hands of their
co-religionists, who had been summoned for their
defence, no better mercy than the unrestrained
cruelty they feared from the French, the unhappy
people, or at least so many of them as escaped from
the Bedouins, returned to their homes, while the
Mamaluk Chiefs and their followers rode away
through the desert indifferent to the fate of all they
had left behind them.</p>
<p>Meanwhile the French army, after a short rest, had
advanced along the left bank of the river as far as
Ghizeh, a village lying in the line between the city
and the pyramids, where Bonaparte decided to
encamp. On their way from Embabeh the troops
had an opportunity of seeing across the river the
town of Cairo and the nearly mile-wide stretch of
open land lying between, studded with the gardens<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_103" id="Page_103"></SPAN></span>
and summer residences of some of the wealthier of
the Beys. Elated by their victory, and perhaps still
more so by the rich loot they had gleaned from the
dead bodies of their fallen foes, they forgot the
fatigues of their long advance, and set themselves
to enjoy the rest they so much needed and the
comparatively luxurious fare they expected to compensate
them for all the hardships they had endured.
Many were the castles that rose in the air as they sat
around the bivouac fires, and joked and jested until,
wearied by the labours of the day, "Nature's soft
nurse" lulled them to the repose she withheld from
their vanquished enemies.</p>
<p>But the coming of daylight on the morrow of the
battle brought to the horror-whelmed citizens some
small gleam of comfort. Fugitives from the west
bank of the river told them how the French had
settled peacefully down at Ghizeh, and people coming
into the town from Boulac explained the fires that
had added so much to the terror of the night. With
the calmer mood thus induced came the remembrance
of what they had heard of the mildness and humanity
of the French at Alexandria and Rosetta, and along
the line of their advance, and though the mourners
were wailing for their dead and missing in every
street and corner of the town, and their homes had
been dismantled or disordered by the flight of the
night before, and swept by the thieves of the city
of whatever had been left behind, the people still, as
ever, impulsive and hopeful, began with the truest of
courage to repair as best they might the havoc that
awful night had wrought, and to face the fears and<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_104" id="Page_104"></SPAN></span>
dangers yet before them with a spirit little short of
heroism.</p>
<p>Early in the morning the Ulema and the few
leading men who remained in the town gathered
together to consult as to what course it would be
best for them to follow. They had not much scope
for discussion, for they recognised from the first that
the only question left for them to deal with was how
best to conciliate the conquerors. Eventually it was
agreed to send a deputation to the French camp to
announce their submission and crave the forbearance
and protection of the French General, and thus to
ascertain as far as possible what they had to hope
and what to fear. Tactless as he is in a moment
of emergency, when he stays to take thought with
himself in calm and serious mood, the Egyptian not
unfrequently shows a wisdom that his critics seldom
accord him. Thus, wholly inexperienced as they were
in such diplomatic matters, they wisely judged that
to send as the representatives of the town men who
could claim to be neutrals would tend to further the
objects of their mission. Two Maghribeen Sheikhs—that
is members of the Ulema from the Barbary
States—were therefore selected, and with many
injunctions and entreaties counselled to plead the
cause of the town in the most earnest manner they
could achieve. Accompanied by the prayers and
blessings of the whole population, the deputation,
not without some small lingering doubt as to the
nature of the reception that might await it, set out
for Guizeh.</p>
<p>Bonaparte, to whom their coming was not so unexpected<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_105" id="Page_105"></SPAN></span>
as they themselves thought it to be, received
them with the affability he so well knew how to show,
and which throughout his stay in Egypt did much to
lessen the friction between the two peoples. One of
the Sheikhs was able to speak French, and had had
some experience of French manners, and he, acting
as spokesman, discharged his task well and discreetly,
and concluded his address by an appeal for
clemency. Bonaparte replied that he was the friend
of the Egyptians—not their enemy—that he came
to the country to release them from the tyranny of
the Mamaluks, and in short gave them a verbal restatement
of the proclamation, with many fine
flourishes, about the high aims and noble ideals by
which the French were actuated. So with many
fair words the deputation was dismissed, but with
the request that the chief men remaining in the
town should wait in person upon the General to
hear from him the arrangements he proposed to make.</p>
<p>All the town was awaiting the return of the deputation
with an eagerness and suppressed excitement
that made their short absence seem an age, and great
was the relief when they were seen once more
approaching the landing, and great the joy with
which the news they bore was received throughout
the town. No time was lost in responding to Bonaparte's
invitation, and, taking with them the keys of
the city, all the chief men set out for Guizeh, anxious
at once to gain renewed assurance of the fair hopes
awakened by the report of the deputation, and at the
same time give the French General a proof of their
readiness to comply with his desires.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_106" id="Page_106"></SPAN></span>Bonaparte was, if possible, more gracious than
before, and again dilated upon the purely friendly
and beneficent intentions of the invasion, of his
sympathy for Islam, and his desire to make his
coming the opening of a new era in the history of
the people, who were thenceforth to enjoy all the
blessings that the establishment of the Republic had
already conferred upon the French themselves. He
was listened to with the emotionless stolidity of the
Oriental, but not without occasional exclamations of
approval, yet as he went on his hearers were moved
by steadily growing wonder at and distrust of a speech
so utterly unlike anything they had ever heard of, or
conceived as possible, from the lips of a conqueror.
They had, indeed, read the proclamation, copies of
which had been sent to Cairo, but it had failed with
them, as with the people of Alexandria, to convey
any intelligible conception of the ideas it was intended
to impart, and the "Little Corporal's" discourse reaching
them through the mouth of an interpreter helped
them nothing at all to grasp the real aims and object
of the French. All that they could comprehend was
that they were expected to accept the French as their
rulers; that their lives, property, and religion would
be respected; and that the French were as eager to
reward their friends as to annihilate their enemies.
But loyalty to the French and loyalty to the Sultan
were so mixed up in the proclamation and in Bonaparte's
speech, and were in themselves, in the eyes
of the Egyptians, two such absolutely irreconcilable
things, that the Sheikhs were completely bewildered
by the attempt to solve the enigma thus presented<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_107" id="Page_107"></SPAN></span>
to them. So they were content for the moment to
accept the French assurance that they were to be
treated as friends, and for the rest God was great,
and they put their trust in Him.</p>
<p>But if the speech of Bonaparte thus made upon
them but little impression of a definite kind, the
courtesy shown them by all the French with whom
they came in contact was not so barren. Accustomed
as they were to the hollow insincerity of
Court life under the Beys, the Sheikhs could not
fail to appreciate the genuine character of the
politeness with which they had been received by
the French. It was due rather to this appreciation
than to the plausible promises of the General that
they returned to the city somewhat, though not
wholly, reassured as to the immediate future. On
their part the French were sufficiently pleased with
the docility of the deputation, and from the dignity,
self-possession, and courtesy of its members augured
well for the realisation of their own views.</p>
<p>As a consequence of the good understanding thus
arrived at, boats were sent over to Guizeh to convey
the advance guard of the army to Cairo, and returning
after sunset with a detachment of the troops
escorted through the town by some of the leading
men, and, lighted by torches, led to the citadel, of
which it took possession.</p>
<p>The following day the bulk of the army was
moved across the river, and historians record, with
some disgust, the revolting glee with which the
soldiers fished out of the stream the hideously
swollen and disfigured bodies of the Mamaluks and<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_108" id="Page_108"></SPAN></span>
of the horses that had perished in the attempted
escape from Embabeh that they might despoil the
miserable carcases of whatever remained upon them
of value. We must remember, however, that in
those days the armies of Europe were recruited
from classes that had scarcely as yet been touched
by the advance of civilisation. Nowhere was
human life then regarded with the sanctity a
more enlightened age accords it. To his superiors
the soldier was of no value but as "food for
powder," and it is not surprising that the little
value placed upon his life by others should lead him
to look upon the lives of his foes at a still lower
rate and deprive him of all feelings of humanity
towards them.</p>
<p>As to the people of the town, released from the
fears that had plunged them in such disastrous
despair and as responsive as always to the impulse
of the moment and the play of their surroundings,
these received the French, if not with the open
arms that Bonaparte had looked for, at least with
a toleration and absence of hostile demonstration
that speedily put the French at their ease. Everything
thus bidding fair for the realisation of all his
hopes, Bonaparte himself crossed over the river on
the 27th of July and took up his quarters in a
new palace that Elfy Bey, one of the wealthiest
of the Mamaluk chiefs, had only just had completed
and furnished in a magnificent manner, on the bank
of the small lake to the north-west of the city, the
site of which is now occupied by the garden and
buildings of the Esbekieh quarter of the new town.</p>
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