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 I crave your pardon and thank you for your kind thought for the
safety of my person. I knew not this mission was so dangerous. Be
careful, Seti, that the scribe Ana comes to no harm.”
So saying she bowed and vanished through the curtains.
“Ana,” said Seti, “tell me, for I never was quick at figures,
how many minutes is it from now till the fourth hour to-morrow morning
when I shall order my chariot to be ready? Also, do you know whether it
is possible to travel from Goshen across the marshes and to return by
Syria? Or, failing that, to travel across the desert to Thebes and sail
down the Nile in the spring?”
“Oh! my Prince, my Prince,” I said, “I pray you to dismiss
me. Let me go anywhere out of the reach of her Highness’s tongue.”
“It is strange how alike we think upon every matter, Ana, even of
Merapi and the tongues of royal ladies. Hearken to my command. You are
not to go. If it is a question of going, there are others who will go
first. Moreover, you cannot go, but must stay and bear your burdens as
I bear mine. Remember the broken cup, Ana.”
“I remember, my Prince, but sooner would I be scourged with rods than
by such words as those to which I must listen.”
Yet that very night, when I had left the Prince, I was destined to hear
more pleasant words from this same changeful, or perchance politic,
royal lady. She sent for me and I went, much afraid. I found her in a
small chamber alone, save for one old lady of honour who sat at the end
of the room and appeared to be deaf, which perhaps was why she was
chosen. Userti bade me be seated before her very courteously, and spoke
to me thus, whether because of some talk she had held with the Prince
or not, I do not know.
“Scribe Ana, I ask your pardon if, being vexed and wearied, I said to
you and of you to-day what I now wish I had left unsaid. I know well
that you, being of the gentle blood of Egypt, will make no report of
what you heard outside these walls.”
“May my tongue be cut out first,” I answered.
“It seems, Scribe Ana, that my lord the Prince has taken a great love
of you. How or why this came about so suddenly, you being a man, I do
not understand, but I am sure that as it is so, it must be because
there is much in you to love, since never did I know the Prince to show
deep regard for one who was not most honourable and worthy. Now things
being so, it is plain that you will become the favourite of his
Highness, a man who does not change his mind in such matters, and that
he will tell you all his secret thoughts, perhaps some that he hides
from the Councillors of State, or even from me. In short you will grow
into a power in the land and perhaps one day be the greatest in
it—after Pharaoh—although you may still seem to be but a private
scribe.
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