Arius the Libyan: A Romance of the Primitive ChurchKouns, Nathan C. (Nathan Chapman)
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Arius the Libyan: A Romance of the Primitive Church
Kouns, Nathan C. (Nathan Chapman)
Arius, -approximately 336 -- Fiction
And early the next morning Arius went to the abode of Am-nem-hat,
leading the she-ass on which his mother was accustomed to ride, and,
having got the ancient comfortably seated upon the jennet, he led her
down the mountain and unto the cottage of Baucalis safely, where all
were awaiting the arrival of the priest to whose visit Hatasa looked
forward with vague but earnest hope. And, when the old man had come,
Ammonius, with great respect and tenderness, assisted him to dismount,
and led him unto the house. And, having most kindly received him, they
told him of the sorrowful woman, and how anxiously she had anticipated
his coming, and he said, "Let me go unto her at once."
And, when he had entered her chamber, he stood in the middle of the
floor, and, with his raised and extended arms crossed at the wrists in
likeness of a cross (for the cross is ages older than Jesus), he looked
upon Hatasa, saying: "Whatever God is greater than Ra, whatever God is
wiser than Ptah, and whatever God is more merciful than Hesiri-Hes, and
more just than Ma-t, by whatsoever name the great God of all ought to be
known among men, I invoke him to bless and comfort thee, O daughter of
affliction. May that truest and highest God lift up the light of his
face upon thee and give thee peace!"
Then, sitting down beside her couch, he took her hand in his, saying
kindly, "Daughter, what is thy name?"
"Hatasa," answered she.
"Art thou of Alexandria?"
"Yea," she said. "But my family were of Thebes, where lived and died my
father Ahmad, and my grandfather, Butau, and many generations more."
"Butau, of Thebes!" said the old man. "Hast thou, then, never heard of
Am-nem-hat, priest at Thebes, high-priest at Ombos?"
"Surely so," she answered. "For the same wise and holy priest was the
brother of my grandfather Butau, the great general, and I have often
heard my parents speak of the sacred priest with reverence and pride."
"I am that Am-nem-hat, and thou hast found a kinsman in whom thou mayst
implicitly confide."
Then seized she his hand, and, kissing it, she cried, "I do rejoice
thereat, and welcome thee as kinsman, and as sacred priest most pious
and most wise."
Then she poured out to him the burden of her heart, and asked him if
there was any hope, her husband having builded no sarcophagus, and
having had no mummy-rites. And the old man answered mournfully,
"Daughter, as an Alexandrian, thou shouldst know the vast temple of
Serapis which standeth before the magnificent street, two hundred feet
wide, in Rhacotis, the western and Egyptian quarter of the city--the
grand and beautiful temple which containeth the statue of the god that
was brought thither out of Pontus?"
"Yea, father," answered she, "from childhood I have known the holy
temple well."
"And didst thou also know the wise and pious Raph-nath, high-priest of
that temple, who died there some fifteen years ago?"
"Yea, verily, I remember him quite well."
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