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
“Let Laban be careful,” I answered. “Had it not been for his
Highness the soldiers would have killed him the other night because he
dared to offer affront to the royal blood. A second time he will not
escape. Moreover, Pharaoh would avenge aught he did upon the people of
Israel.”
“I understand. It would be sad if Laban were killed, very sad. But the
people of Israel have One who can protect them even against Pharaoh and
all his hosts. Farewell, learned Scribe. If ever I come to Tanis, with
your leave we will talk more together.”
That night I told the Prince all that had passed. He listened, and said:
“I grieve for the lady Merapi, for hers is like to be a hard fate.
Yet,” he added laughing, “perhaps it is as well for you, friend,
that you should see no more of her who is sure to bring trouble wherever
she goes. That woman has a face which haunts the mind, as the Ka haunts
the tomb, and for my part I do not wish to look upon it again.”
“I am glad to hear it, Prince, and for my part, I have done with
women, however sweet. I will tell this Jabez that the provisions for
the journey will be bought elsewhere.”
“Nay, buy them from him, and if Nehesi grumbles at the price, pay it
on my account. The way to a Hebrew’s heart is through his treasure
bags. If Jabez is well treated, it may make him kinder to his niece, of
whom I shall always have a pleasant memory, for which I am grateful
among this sour folk who hate us, and with reason.”
So the sheep and all the foodstuffs for the journey were bought from
Jabez at his own price, for which he thanked me much, and on the third
day we started. At the last moment the Prince, whose mood seemed to be
perverse that evening, refused to travel with the host upon the morrow
because of the noise and dust. In vain did the Count Amenmeses reason
with him, and Nehesi and the great officers implore him almost on their
knees, saying that they must answer for his safety to Pharaoh and the
Princess Userti. He bade them begone, replying that he would join them
at their camp on the following night. I also prayed him to listen, but
he told me sharply that what he said he had said, and that he and I
would journey in his chariot alone, with two armed runners and no more,
adding that if I thought there was danger I could go forward with the
troops. Then I bit my lip and was silent, whereon, seeing that he had
hurt me, he turned and craved my pardon humbly enough as his kind heart
taught him to do.
“I can bear no more of Amenmeses and those officers,” he said,
“and I love to be in the desert alone. Last time we journeyed there we
met with adventures that were pleasant, Ana, and at Tanis doubtless I
shall find others that are not pleasant. Admit that Hebrew priest who
is waiting to instruct me in the mysteries of his faith which I desire
to understand.”
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