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
On the right bank of the Nile, on the edge of the northern suburb of
Memphis, was that land which the heir to the throne had given as place
of residence to Sarah the daughter of Gideon.
That was a possession thirty-five acres in area, forming a quadrangle
which was seen from the house-top as something on the palm of the
hand. The land was on a hill and was divided into four elevations. The
two lowest and widest, which the Nile always flooded, were intended
for grain and for vegetables. The third, which at times was untouched
by the overflow, produced palms, figs, and other fruit-trees. On the
fourth, the highest, was a garden planted with olives, grapes, nuts,
and sweet chestnuts; in the middle garden stood the dwelling.
This dwelling was of wood, one story, as usual, with a flat roof on
which was a tent made of canvas. On the ground dwelt the prince's
black slave; above Sarah with her relative and serving-woman Tafet.
The place was surrounded by a wall of partially burnt brick, beyond
which at a certain distance were houses for cattle, workmen, and
overseers.
Sarah's chambers were not large, but they were elegant. On the floor
were divans, at the doors and windows were curtains with stripes of
various colors. There were armchairs and a carved bed, inlaid boxes
for clothing, three-legged and one-legged tables on which were pots
with flowers, a slender pitcher for wine, boxes and bottles of
perfume, golden and silver cups and goblets, porcelain vases and
dishes, bronze candlesticks. Even the smallest furniture or vessel was
ornamented with carving or with a colored drawing; every piece of
clothing with lace or bordering.
Sarah had dwelt ten days in this retreat, hiding herself before people
from fear and shame, so that almost no one of the servants had seen
her. In the curtained chamber she sewed, wove linen on a small loom,
or twined garlands of living flowers for Rameses. Sometimes she went
out on the terrace, pushed apart the sides of the tent with care, and
looked at the Nile covered with boats in which oarsmen were singing
songs joyfully. On raising her eyes she looked with fear at the gray
pylons of the pharaoh's palace, which towered silent and gloomy above
the other bank of the river. Then she ran again to her work and called
Tafet.
"Sit here, mother," said she; "what art thou doing down there?"
"The gardener has brought fruit, and they have sent bread, wine, and
game from the city; I must take them."
"Sit here and talk, for fear seizes me."
"Thou art a foolish child," said Tafet, smiling. "Fear looked at me
too the first day from every corner; but when I went out beyond the
wall, there was no more of it. Whom have I to fear here? All fall on
their knees before me. Before thee they would stand on their heads
even! Go to the garden; it is as beautiful as paradise. Look out at
the field, see the wheat harvest; sit down in the carved boat the
owner of which is withering from anxiety to see thee and take thee out
on the river."
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