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
"Shall I be able to explain?" asked the prophet.
"Thou wilt answer me, for thou art filled with wisdom, of which thou
art the servant. But consider what I say-- Thou knowest why his
holiness sent me hither."
"He sent thee, prince, to become familiar with the wealth of the
country and its institutions," said Mentezufis.
"I am obeying. I examine the nomarchs, I look at the country and the
people. I listen to reports of scribes, but I understand nothing; this
poisons my life and astounds me.
"When I have to do with the army, I know everything,--how many
soldiers there are, how many horses, chariots, which officers drink or
neglect their service, and which do their duty. I know, too, what to
do with an army. When on a plain there is a hostile corps, I must take
two corps to beat it. If the enemy is in a defensive position, I
should not move without three corps. When the enemy is undisciplined
and fights in unordered crowds against a thousand, I send five hundred
of our soldiers and beat him. When the opposing side has a thousand
men with axes, and I a thousand, I rush at them and finish those
troops, if I have a hundred men with slings in addition.
"In the army, holy father," continued Rameses, "everything is as
visible as the fingers on my hand, and to every question an answer is
ready which my mind comprehends. Meanwhile in the management of a
province I not only see nothing, but there is such confusion in my
head that more than once I forget the object of my journey.
"Answer me, therefore, sincerely, as a priest and an officer: What
does this mean? Are the nomarchs deceiving me, or am I incompetent?"
The holy prophet fell to thinking.
"Whether they attempt to deceive thee, worthiness," answered he, "I
know not, for I have not examined their acts. It seems to me, however,
that they explain nothing, because they themselves comprehend nothing.
The nomarchs and their scribes," continued the priest, "are like
decurions in an army; each one knows his ten men and reports on them.
Each commands those under him. But the decurion knows not the general
plan made by leaders of the army. The nomarchs and the scribes write
down everything that happens in their province, and lay those reports
at the feet of the pharaoh. But only the supreme council extracts from
them the honey of wisdom."
"But that honey is just what I need," said the prince. "Why do I not
get it?"
Mentezufis shook his head.
"Wisdom of the state," said he, "belongs to the priesthood; therefore
only the man who is devoted to the gods can obtain it. Meanwhile,
worthiness, though reared by priests, thou pushest thyself away from
the temples decisively."
"How is that? Then, if I do not become a priest, will ye not explain
to me?"
"There are things, worthiness, which thou mayest know even now, as
erpatr, there are others which thou wilt know when thou art the
pharaoh. There are still others which only a high priest may know."
"Every pharaoh is a high priest," interrupted the prince.
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