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
“Am I then a worker of tricks, O Pharaoh? If I had been such, why have
I journeyed hither to give warning, when by sitting yonder at Memphis
to-morrow, I might once more have become heir to the double crown? For
if you will not hearken to me, I tell you that very soon you shall be
dead, and with you these”—and he pointed to all those who sat at
table—“and with them the great army that lies without. Ere you
speak, tell me, what is that black cloud which stands before the camp of
the Hebrews? Is there no answer? Then I will give you the answer. It is
the pall that shall wrap the bones of every one of you.”
Now the company shivered with fear, yes, even the priests and the
magicians shivered. But Pharaoh went mad with rage. Springing from his
seat, he snatched at the double crown upon his head, and hurled it to
the ground, and I noted that the golden uræus band about it, rolled
away, and rested upon Seti’s sandalled foot. He tore his robes and
shouted:
“At least our fate shall be your fate, Renegade, who have sold Egypt
to the Hebrew witch in payment of her kisses. Seize this man and his
companions, and when we go down to battle against these Israelites
to-morrow after the darkness lifts, let them be set with the captains
of the van. So shall the truth be known at last.”
Thus Pharaoh commanded, and Seti, answering nothing, folded his arms
upon his breast and waited.
Men rose from their seats as though to obey Pharaoh and sank back to
them again. Guards started forward and yet remained standing where they
were. Then Bakenkhonsu burst into one of his great laughs.
“O-ho-ho,” he laughed, “Pharaohs have I seen come and go, one
and two and three, and four and five, but never yet have I seen a
Pharaoh whom none of his councillors or guards could obey however much
they willed it. When you are Pharaoh, Prince Seti, may your luck be
better. Your arm, Ana, my friend, and lead on, Royal Heir of Egypt. The
truth is shown to blind eyes that will not see. The word is spoken to
deaf ears that will not hearken, and the duty done. Night falls. Sleep
ye well, ye bidden of Osiris, sleep ye well!”
Then we turned and walked from that pavilion. At its entrance I looked
back, and in the low light that precedes the darkness, it seemed to me
as though all seated there were already dead. Blue were their faces and
hollow shone their eyes, and from their lips there came no word. Only
they stared at us as we went, and stared and stared again.
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