The Pharaoh and the Priest: An Historical Novel of Ancient EgyptPrus, Bolesław
History
The Pharaoh and the Priest: An Historical Novel of Ancient Egypt
Prus, Bolesław
Egypt -- History -- To 332 B.C. -- Fiction
The windows were narrow, always open, and only in case of need shaded
by curtains of linen or by colored slats. The chambers of the
innkeeper and of travellers occupied three stories; the ground floor
was devoted to a wineshop and an eating-place. Sailors, carriers,
handicraftsmen, and in general the poorer class of travellers ate and
drank in a courtyard which had a mosaic pavement and a linen roof
resting on columns, so that all guests might be under inspection. The
wealthier and better born ate in a gallery which surrounded the
courtyard. In the courtyard the men sat on the pavement near stones
which were used instead of tables; in the galleries, which were
cooler, there were tables, stools, and armchairs, even low couches,
with cushions, on which guests might slumber.
In each gallery there was a great table on which were bread, meat,
fish, and fruits, also jugs holding several quarts of beer, wine, and
water. Negroes, men and women, bore around food to the guests, removed
empty vessels, and brought from the cellars full pitchers, while
scribes watching scrupulously over the tables noted down carefully
each piece of bread, bulb of garlic, and flagon of water. In the
courtyard two inspectors stood on an elevation with sticks in their
grasp; these men kept their eyes on the servants and the scribes on
the one hand, and on the other by the aid of the sticks they settled
quarrels between the poorer guests of various nations. Thanks to this
arrangement thefts and battles happened rarely; they were more
frequent in the galleries than the courtyard.
The Phœnician innkeeper himself, the noted Asarhadon, a man beyond
fifty, dressed in a long tunic and a muslin cape, walked among the
guests to see if each received what he had ordered.
"Eat and drink, my sons!" said he to the Greek sailors, "for such pork
and beer there is not in all the world as I have. I hear that a storm
struck your ship about Rafia? Ye should give a bounteous offering to
the gods for preserving you. In Memphis a man might not see a storm
all his life, but at sea it is easier to meet lightning than a copper
uten. I have mead, flour, incense for holy sacrifices, and here, in
the corner, stand the gods of all nations. In my inn a man may still
his hunger and be pious for very slight charges."
He turned and went to the gallery among the merchants. "Eat and drink,
worthy lords," incited he, making obeisance. "The times are good. The
most worthy heir--may he live for ever!--is going to Pi-Bast with an
enormous retinue, but from the upper kingdom a transport of gold has
come, of which more than one of you will win a good portion. I have
partridges, young goslings, fish direct from the river, perfect roast
venison. And what wine they have sent me from Cyprus! May I be turned
into a Jew if a goblet of that luxury is not worth two drachmas, but
to you, my benefactors and fathers, I will give it to-day for one
drachma,--only to-day, to make a beginning."
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