The Pharaoh and the Priest: An Historical Novel of Ancient Egypt — John Shaqi
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
"Can the words of Rameses the Great apply to the daughter of a poor
tenant?" asked the prince. "Besides, where are the Jews? Three
centuries ago they left Egypt, and to-day they form a little state,
ridiculous and priest-governed."
"I see," answered the worthy lady, frowning slightly, "that thy
mistress is not losing time. Be careful, Rameses; remember, that their
leader was Messu (Moses), that traitor priest whom we curse to this
day in our temples. Remember that the Jews bore away out of Egypt more
treasures than the labor of their few generations was worth to us;
they took with them not only gold, but the faith in one god, and our
sacred laws, which they give out to-day as their own faith and laws.
Last of all, know this," added she, with great emphasis, "that the
daughters of that people prefer death to the bed of a foreigner. And
if they give themselves even to hostile leaders, it is to use them for
their policy or to kill them."
"Believe me, mother, that it is our priests who spread all these
reports. They will not admit to the footstool of the throne people of
another faith lest those people might serve the pharaoh in opposition
to their order."
The queen rose from the armchair, and crossing her arms on her breast,
gazed at her son with amazement.
"What they tell me is true then, thou art an enemy of our priests.
Thou, their favorite pupil!"
"I must have the traces of their canes to this day on my shoulders,"
said Rameses.
"But thy grandfather and my father, Amenhôtep, was a high priest, and
possessed extensive power in this country."
"Just because my grandfather was a pharaoh, and my father is a pharaoh
also, I cannot endure the rule of Herhor."
"He was brought to his position by thy grandfather, the holy
Amenhôtep."
"And I will cast him down from it."
The mother shrugged her shoulders.
"And it is thou," answered she, with sadness, "who wishest to lead a
corps? But thou art a spoiled girl, not a man and a leader--"
"How is that?" interrupted the prince, restraining himself with
difficulty from an outburst.
"I cannot recognize my own son. I do not see in thee the future lord
of Egypt. The dynasty in thy person will be like a Nile boat without a
rudder. Thou wilt drive the priests from the court, but who will
remain with thee? Who will be thy eye in the Lower and the Upper
Country, who in foreign lands? But the pharaoh must see everything,
whatever it be, on which fall the divine rays of Osiris."
"The priests will be my servants, not my ministers."
"They are the most faithful servants. Thanks to their prayers thy
father reigns thirty-three years, and avoids war which might be
fatal."
"To the priests?"
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