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
These establishments were situated in the eastern part of the city.
Rameses at first looked at them with interest, but very soon he was
disgusted with the sight of laborers who were timid, lean, sickly in
complexion, and who had scars left by sticks on their shoulders.
Thenceforth he stopped only briefly at factories. He preferred to look
at the environs of the city of Anu. Far to the east he could see the
desert where a year earlier the manœuvres had taken place between his
corps and Nitager's. He saw, like a thing on the palm of his hand, the
road by which his regiments had marched, the place where because of
the beetles the military engines had to turn to the desert, and
perhaps even the tree on which the canal digger had hanged himself.
From that elevation over there in company with Tutmosis he had looked
at the blooming land of Goshen and cursed the priesthood. And there
among the hills he had met Sarah, toward whom his heart had flamed up
on a sudden.
To-day what changes! He had ceased to hate the priests from the hour
that by the influence of Herhor he had received the army corps and the
office of viceroy. He had become indifferent to Sarah, but that child
whose mother she would be grew to him more and more important.
"What is she doing there?" thought the prince. "I have not had news
from her this long time."
While he was looking on those eastern hills in this way, and thinking
of the recent past, Ranuzer at the head of his escort felt certain
that the prince had observed abuses in the factories and was
meditating over means of punishment.
"I am curious to know what he discovered," thought the worthy nomarch.
"Is it that half the bricks are sold to the Phœnicians, or that ten
thousand sandals are lacking in the factory, or perhaps some low
wretch has whispered to him about the foundries?"
And the nomarch's heart was anxious.
Suddenly the prince turned toward the escort and called Tutmosis, who
was bound to be at all times near his person.
Tutmosis ran up. The heir went to one side with him.
"Hear me," said he, pointing toward the desert. "Dost thou see those
hills?"
"We were there last year," sighed the courtier.
"I remember Sarah."
"I will burn incense to the gods at once," cried Tutmosis, "for I
thought that your worthiness had forgotten faithful servants since
becoming viceroy."
The prince looked at him and shrugged his shoulders.
"Select," said he, "from the gifts brought me, some of the most
beautiful vessels, utensils, stuffs, and, above all, chains and
bracelets, and take them to Sarah."
"Live through eternity, O Rameses!" exclaimed the exquisite, "for thou
art high-minded."
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