Moon of Israel: A Tale of the ExodusHaggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
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Moon of Israel: A Tale of the Exodus
Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
Exodus, The -- Fiction; Jews -- History -- To 70 A.D. -- Fiction
Then a horror came about. For the rod began to twist in my hand and when
I stared at it, lo! it was a long, yellow snake which I held by the
tail. I threw the reptile down with a scream, for it was turning its
head as though to strike me, and there in the dust it twisted and
writhed away from me and towards Ki. Yet an instant later it was only a
stick of yellow cedar-wood, though between me and Ki there was a
snake’s track in the sand.
“It is somewhat shameless of you, Ana,” said Ki, as he lifted the
wand, “to reproach me with trickery while you yourself try to confound
a poor juggler with such arts as these.”
Then I know not what I said to him, save the end of it was that I
supposed he would tell me next that I could fill a hall with darkness
at noonday and cover a multitude with terror.
“Let us have done with jests,” he said, “though these are
well enough in their place. Will you take this rod again and point it to
the moon? You refuse and you do well, for neither you nor I can cover
up her face. Ana, because you are wise in your way and consort with one
who is wiser, and were present in the temple when the statue of Amon
was shattered by a certain witch who matched her strength against mine
and conquered me, I, the great magician, have come to ask
_you_—whence came that darkness in the hall to-day?”
“From God, I think,” I answered in an awed whisper.
“So I think also, Ana. But tell me, or ask Merapi, Moon of Israel, to
tell me—from what god? Oh! I say to you that a terrible power is afoot
in this land and that the Prince Seti did well to refuse the throne of
Egypt and to fly to Memphis. Repeat it to him, Ana.”
Then he too was gone.
Now I returned in safety to Memphis and told all these tidings to the
Prince, who listened to them eagerly. Once only was he greatly stirred;
it was when I repeated to him the words of Userti, that never would she
look upon his face again unless it pleased him to turn it towards the
throne. On hearing this tears came into his eyes, and rising, he walked
up and down the chamber.
“The fallen must not look for gentleness,” he said, “and
doubtless, Ana, you think it folly that I should grieve because I am
thus deserted.”
“Nay, Prince, for I too have been abandoned by a wife and the pain is
unforgotten.”
“It is not of the wife I think, Ana, since in truth her Highness is no
wife to me. For whatever may be the ancient laws of Egypt, how could it
happen otherwise, at any rate in my case and hers? It is of the sister.
For though my mother was not hers, she and I were brought up together
and in our way loved each other, though always it was her pleasure to
lord it over me, as it was mine to submit and pay her back in jests.
That is why she is so angry because now of a sudden I have thrown off
her rule to follow my own will whereby she has lost the throne.”
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