Egypt -- History -- 332-30 B.C. -- Fiction; German fiction -- Translations into English
First a fan, composed of countless glowing rays which spread in dazzling
radiance over the west, rose from the vanishing orb and for several
minutes adorned the lofty dome of the deep-blue sky like the tail of
a gigantic peacock. Then the glitter of the shining plumes paled. The
light-giving body from which they emanated disappeared and, in its
stead, a crimson mantle, with gold-bordered, crocus-yellow edges, spread
itself over the space it had left until the gleaming tints merged into
the deeper hues of the violet.
But the girl paid no heed to this splendid spectacle. Perhaps she
noticed how the fading light diffused a delicate rose-hued veil over
the light-blue sails, embroidered with silver vines, of the approaching
state galley, making its gilded prow glitter more brightly, and saw one
fishing boat after another move toward the harbour, but she gave the
whole scene only a few careless glances.
Ledscha cared little for the poor fishermen of Tennis, and the
glittering state galley could scarcely bring or bear away anything of
importance to her.
The epistrategus of the whole province was daily expected. But of what
consequence to the young girl were the changes which it was rumoured
he intended to introduce into the government of the country, concerning
which her father had expressed such bitter dissatisfaction before he set
out on his last trip to Pontus?
A very different matter occupied her thoughts, and as, pressing her hand
upon her heart, she gazed at the little city, gleaming with crimson hues
in the reflection of the setting sun, a strange, restless stir pervaded
the former stillness of Nature. Pelicans and flamingoes, geese and
ducks, storks and herons, ibises and cranes, bitterns and lapwings,
flew in dark flocks of manifold forms from all directions. Countless
multitudes of waterfowl darkened the air as they alighted upon the
uninhabited islands, and with ear-splitting croaking and cackling,
whistling and chirping, clapping and twittering, dropped into the sedges
and bushes which concealed their nests, while in the city the doors of
the houses opened, and men, women, and children, after toiling at the
loom and in the workshop, came out to enjoy the coolness of the evening
in the open air.
One fishing boat after another was already throwing a rope to the shore,
as the ship with the gay sails approached the little roadstead.
How large and magnificent it was!
None of the king’s officials had ever used such a galley, not even the
epistrategus of the Delta, who last year had given the banking and the
oil trade to new lessees. Besides, the two transports that had followed
the magnificent vessel appeared to belong to it.
Ledscha had watched the ships indifferently enough, but suddenly her
gaze--and with it the austere beauty of her face--assumed a different
expression.
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