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
“Afterwards, as you know, Prince, the overseer flogged my father as I
heard Khuaka order him to do if he lagged through weariness, and then
Khuaka killed him because my father in his madness struck the overseer
with a mattock. I have no more to say, save that I pray that I may be
sent back to my own people there to mourn my father according to our
custom.”
“To whom would you be sent? Your mother?”
“Nay, O Prince, my mother, a lady of Syria, is dead. I will go to my
uncle, Jabez the Levite.”
“Stand aside,” said Seti. “The matter shall be seen to later.
Appear, O Ana the Scribe. Swear the oath and tell us what you have seen
of this man’s death, since two witnesses are needful.”
So I swore and repeated all this story that I have written down.
“Now, Khuaka,” said the Prince when I had finished, “have you
aught to say?”
“Only this, O Royal One,” answered the captain throwing himself
upon his knees, “that I struck you by accident, not knowing that the
person of your Highness was hidden in that long cloak. For this deed it
is true that I am worthy of death, but I pray you to pardon me because
I knew not what I did. The rest is nothing, since I only slew a
mutinous slave of the Israelites, as such are slain every day.”
“Tell me, O Khuaka, who are being tried for this man’s death and
not for the striking of one of royal blood by chance, under which law it
is lawful for you to kill an Israelite without trial before the
appointed officers of Pharaoh.”
“I am not learned. I do not know the law, O Prince. All that this
woman said is false.”
“At least it is not false that yonder man lies dead and that you slew
him, as you yourself admit. Learn now, and let all Egypt learn, that
even an Israelite may not be murdered for no offence save that of
weariness and of paying back unearned blow with blow. Your blood shall
answer for his blood. Soldiers! Strike off his head.”
The Nubians leapt upon him, and when I looked again Khuaka’s headless
corpse lay by the corpse of the Hebrew Nathan and their blood was
mingled upon the steps of the temple.
“The business of the Court is finished,” said the Prince.
“Officers, see that this woman is escorted to her own people, and with
her the body of her father for burial. See, too, upon your lives that no
insult or harm is done to her. Scribe Ana, accompany me hence to my
house where I would speak with you. Let guards precede and follow
me.”
He rose and all the people bowed. As he turned to go the lady Merapi
stepped forward, and falling upon her knees, said:
“O most just Prince, now and ever I am your servant.”
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