Egypt -- History -- 332-30 B.C. -- Fiction; German fiction -- Translations into English
The house occupied by the islanders stood on the shore facing the little
city. It had once been a stately building, but now every part of it
seemed to be going to ruin except the central portion, which presented
a less dilapidated appearance than the sorely damaged, utterly neglected
side wings.
The roof of the whole long structure had originally consisted of palm
branches, upon which mud and turf had been piled; but this, too, was now
in repair only on the central building. On the right and left wings the
rain which often falls in the northeastern part of the Nile Delta, near
the sea, had washed off the protecting earth, and the wind had borne it
away as dust.
Once the house had been spacious enough to shelter a numerous family and
to store a great quantity of goods and provisions, but it was now long
since the ruinous chambers had been occupied. Smoke rose only from the
opening in the roof of the main building, but its slender column showed
from what a very scanty fire it ascended.
The purpose which this was to serve was readily discovered, for in
front of the open door of the dwelling, that seemed far too large and
on account of the pillars at the entrance, which supported a triangular
pediment--also too stately for its sole occupant, sat an old woman,
plucking three ducks.
In front of her a girl, paying no heed to her companion, stood leaning
against the trunk of the low, wide-branching sycamore tree near the
shore. A narrow boat, now concealed from view by the dense growth of
rushes, had brought her to the spot.
The beautiful, motherless young creature, needing counsel, had come to
old Tabus to appeal to her art of prophecy and, if she wanted them,
to render her any little services; for the old dame on the island
was closely bound to Ledscha, the daughter of one of the principal
ship-owners in Tennis, and had once been even more closely united to the
girl.
Now, as the sun was about to set, the latter gave herself up to a wild
tumult of sweet memories, anxious fears, and yearning expectation.
Not until a cool breath from the neighbouring sea fanned her brow did
she throw down the cord and implement with which she had been adding a
few meshes to a net, and rising, gaze sometimes across the water at a
large white house in the northern part of the city, sometimes at the
little harbour or the vessels on the horizon steering toward Tennis,
among which her keen eyes discovered a magnificent ship with bright-hued
sails.
Drawing a long breath, she enjoyed the coolness which precedes the
departure of the daystar.
But the effect of this harbinger of night upon her surroundings was
even more powerful than upon herself, for the sun in the western horizon
scarcely began to sink slowly behind the papyrus thicket on the shore
of the straight Tanite arm of the Nile, dug by human hands, than one new
and strange phenomenon followed another.
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