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
"And dost thou know, worthy lord," continued the innkeeper, "what that
decurion answered? 'Asarhadon,' said he, 'I know that thou art a
faithful servant of his holiness, thou hast good food and pure wines;
for this reason I warn thee, look to thyself. Have a care of
foreigners who make no acquaintances, who avoid wine and every
amusement, and are silent. That Phut of Harran may be an Assyrian
spy.' The heart died in me when I heard this. But these words do not
affect thee," said he, indignantly, when he saw that the terrible
suspicion of espionage did not disturb the calm face of the Hittite.
"Asarhadon," said the guest, after a while, "I confided to thee myself
and my property. See to it, therefore, that my bags and my casket are
returned to me, for in the opposite case I shall complain of thee to
that same chief of ten who is eating the goose which was intended for
thee."
"Well, but permit me to pay the thieves only fifteen per cent of the
value of the things," cried the host.
"Thou hast no right to pay."
"Give them even thirty drachmas."
"Not an uten."
"Give the poor fellows even ten drachmas."
"Go in peace, Asarhadon, and beg the gods to return thee thy reason,"
answered the traveller, with the same unchanging calmness.
The host sprang up, panting from anger.
"The reptile!" thought he. "He has not come for a debt simply. He is
doing some business here. My heart tells me that he is a rich
merchant, or maybe an innkeeper who, in company with priests and
judges, will open another inn somewhere near this one. May the first
fire of heaven burn thee! May the leprosy devour thee! Miser,
deceiver, criminal from whom an honest man can make nothing."
The worthy Asarhadon had not succeeded yet in calming himself when the
sounds of a flute and a drum were heard on the street, and after a
while four dancers, almost naked, rushed into the courtyard. The
carriers and sailors greeted them with shouts of delight, and even
important merchants in the galleries looked at them with curiosity and
made remarks on their beauty. The dancers with motions of the hands
and with smiles greeted all the company. One began to play on a double
flute, another accompanied with a drum, and the two others danced
around the court in such fashion that there was hardly a guest whom
their muslin shawls did not strike as they whirled.
Those who were drinking began to sing, shout, and call to the dancers,
while among the common herd a quarrel sprang up which the inspectors
settled with canes. A certain Libyan, angered at sight of the canes,
drew a knife, but two black men seized his arms, took from him some
bronze rings as pay for food, and hurled him out to the street.
Meanwhile one of the dancers remained with the sailors, two went among
the merchants who offered them wine and cakes, and the oldest passed
among the tables to make a collection.
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