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
"I am now weak and wearied," said the ruler, "and were it not for
anxiety touching thy youth and the future of Egypt, I would this day
beg my deathless ancestors to call me to their glory. Each day is for
me more difficult, and therefore, Ramses, Thou wilt begin to share the
burden of rule with me. As a hen teaches her chicks to search out
grains of corn and hide before the hawk, so I will teach thee that
toilsome art of ruling a state and watching the devices of enemies. May
Thou fall on them in time, like an eagle on timid partridges."
The pharaoh's barge and its well-ordered retinue had descended to a
point opposite the palace. The wearied ruler took a seat in his litter,
and at that moment Herhor approached Ramses.
"Permit me, worthy prince," said he, "to be the earliest among those
who are delighted with thy elevation. May Thou lead the army with as
much success as Thou shalt govern the most important part of the state
to the glory of Egypt."
Ramses pressed his hand firmly.
"Didst Thou do this, O Herhor?" asked he.
"It belonged to thee," replied the minister.
"Thou hast my gratitude, and wilt see that it is of value."
"Thou hast rewarded me already in speaking thus," replied Herhor.
The prince wished to depart; Herhor detained him.
"A brief word. Be careful, O heir, that one of thy women, Sarah, does
not sing religious hymns."
When Ramses looked at him with astonishment, he added,
"During our sail on the Nile that maiden sang our most sacred hymn, a
hymn to which only the pharaoh and high priests have the right to
listen. Poor child! she might have suffered for her skill and for her
ignorance of what she was singing."
"Then has she committed sacrilege?" inquired Ramses, in confusion.
"Yes, unconsciously," answered Herhor. "It is lucky that I was the only
man who understood it, and my decision is that between that song and
our hymn the resemblance is remote. In every case let her never repeat
it."
"Well, and should she purify herself?" asked the prince. "Will it
suffice her, as a foreign woman, if she gives thirty cows to the temple
of Isis?"
"Yes, let her give them," replied Herhor, with a slight grimace. "The
gods are not offended by gifts."
"Do thou, noble lord," said Ramses, "be pleased to accept this
miraculous shield, which I received from my sacred grandfather."
"I? the shield of Amenhotep?" exclaimed the minister, with emotion. "Am
I worthy of it?"
"By thy wisdom Thou art equal to my grandfather, and Thou wilt equal
him in position."
Herhor made a low bow in silence. That golden shield set with precious
stones, besides its great value in money, had moreover the virtue of an
amulet; hence it was a regal present.
But the prince's words might have the loftier meaning that Herhor would
equal Amenhotep in position. Amenhotep had been the father-in-law of a
pharaoh. Had the heir decided already to marry Herhor's daughter?
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