The Pharaoh and the Priest: An Historical Novel of Ancient EgyptPrus, Bolesław
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The Pharaoh and the Priest: An Historical Novel of Ancient Egypt
Prus, Bolesław
Egypt -- History -- To 332 B.C. -- Fiction
"Besides, the royal treasury is empty, and the greater part of the
pharaoh's property belongs to the temples. He must contract new debts
yearly even to maintain his household; and since there will be no
Phoenicians among you, ye must borrow of the temples. In this way, when
ten years have passed, his holiness may he live through eternity! will
lose what is left of his property, and then what?"
On the forehead of Ramses perspiration came out in drops.
"Thou seest then, worthy lord," continued Hiram, "the priests might and
even would be forced in one case to accept the most disgraceful treaty
with Assyria: if they are working to lower and destroy the power of the
pharaoh well, there may be another case: if Egypt were so weak as to
need peace at any price."
The prince sprang up.
"Silence!" cried he. "I should prefer treason on the part of my most
faithful servants, to such weakness in the country. Egypt yield to
Assyria why, a year later Egypt herself would fall under the yoke of
Assyria, for by subscribing to such infamy she would confess her own
helplessness."
He walked up and down the room, with indignation, while Hiram looked at
him with compassion or with sympathy.
All at once Ramses halted before the Phoenician,
"This is false! Some adroit villain has deceived thee, O Hiram, with
the semblance of truth, and Thou hast believed him. If such a treaty
existed, they would have kept it in the closest secrecy. In the present
case one of the four priests whom Thou hast mentioned is a traitor, not
only to his own sovereign, but to his co-conspirators."
"There might have been some fifth man who overheard them," interrupted
Hiram.
"And who sold the secret to thee?"
"It is a wonder to me," said Hiram, "that the prince has not discovered
the power of gold."
"But stop, worthiness, our priests have more gold than thou, though
Thou art wealthy beyond the wealthy!"
"Still I am not angry when a drachma comes to me. Why should others
refuse a talent?"
"They would because they are servants of the gods," said the prince,
passionately; "they would fear divine punishment."
The Phoenician laughed.
"I have seen," said he, "many temples of various nations, and in those
temples great and small statues, of wood, stone, and gold even. But
gods I have never met."
"Blasphemer!" exclaimed Ramses. "I have seen a divinity, I have felt
its hand on my person, I have heard its voice."
"In what place?"
"In the temple of Hator, in its hall of entrance, and in my cell."
"In the daytime?"
"In the night," replied the prince; and he stopped.
"At night the prince heard speeches of the gods, and felt their hands,"
replied the Phoenician, emphasizing word after word. "At night it is
possible to see many things. What happened?"
"In the temple I was seized by the head, by the shoulders, by the legs;
and I swear
"Phst!" interrupted Hiram, with a smile. "It is not proper to swear in
vain."
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