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
"We may begin," said Mefres.
Pentuer went to the middle of the amphitheatre and clapped his hands.
From the low buildings a crowd of female dancers issued forth, and
priests came out with music, also with a small statue of the goddess
Hator. The musicians preceded, the dancers followed, performing a
sacred dance; finally the statue moved on surrounded by the smoke of
censers. In this way they went around the court and stopping after
every few steps, implored the divinity for a blessing, and asked evil
spirits to leave the enclosure, where there was to be a solemnity full
of secrets.
When the procession had returned to the buildings, Pentuer stepped
forward. Dignitaries present to the number of two or three hundred
gathered round him.
"By the will of his holiness the pharaoh," began Pentuer, "and with
consent of the supreme priestly power, we are to initiate the heir to
the throne, Rameses, into some details of life in Egypt, details known
only to the divinities who govern the country and the temples. I know,
worthy fathers, that each of you would enlighten the young prince
better in these things than I can; ye are full of wisdom, and the
goddess Mut speaks through you. But since the duty has fallen on me,
who in presence of you am but dust and a pupil, permit me to
accomplish it under your worthy inspection and guidance."
A murmur of satisfaction was heard among the learned priests at this
manner. Pentuer turned to the viceroy.
"For some months, O servant of the gods, Rameses, as a traveller lost
in the desert seeks a road, so thou art seeking an answer to the
question: Why has the income of the holy pharaoh diminished, and why
is it decreasing? Thou hast asked the nomarchs, and though they
explained according to their power, thou wert not satisfied, though
the highest human wisdom belongs to those dignitaries. Thou didst turn
to the chief scribes, but in spite of their efforts these men were
like birds in a net, unable to free themselves without assistance, for
the reason of man, though trained in the school of scribes, is not in
a position to take in the immensity of these questions. At last,
wearied by barren explanations, thou didst examine the lands of the
provinces, their people, the works of their hands, but didst arrive at
nothing. For there are things of which people are silent as stones,
but concerning which even stones will give answer if light from the
gods only falls on them.
"When in this manner all these earthly powers and wisdoms disappointed
thee, thou didst turn to the gods. Barefoot, thy head sprinkled with
ashes, thou didst come in the guise of a penitent to this great
sanctuary, where by means of suffering and prayer thou hast purified
thy body and strengthened thy spirit. The gods--but especially the
mighty Hator--listened to thy prayers, and through my unworthy lips
give an answer, and mayst thou write it down in thy heart profoundly."
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