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
At sight of the heir, drums and fifes sounded, and the garrison raised
a loud shout of welcome. When he found himself among warriors, the
prince drew a deep breath, and stretched out his arms, like a man
liberated from bondage.
"Well," said he to Tutmosis, "women have tormented me, and those
Jews-- O Cyrus! command to roast me on a slow fire at once, but put me
not in the country a second time."
"So it is," confirmed Tutmosis; "love is like honey. It must be taken
by sips, a man must not swim in it. Brr! shudders pass over me when I
think that thou hast passed nearly two months fed on kisses in the
evening, dates in the morning, and asses' milk at midday."
"Sarah is a very good girl," said Rameses.
"I do not speak of her, but of those Jews who have settled down at
that villa like papyrus in swamp land. Dost thou see, they are looking
out at thee yet, and perhaps are sending greetings," said the
flatterer.
The prince turned to another side with displeasure, and Tutmosis
winked joyfully at the officers, as if to tell them that Rameses would
not leave their society very soon this time.
The higher they ascended the Nile the denser on both banks were
spectators, the more numerous were boats on the river, and the more
did flowers, garlands, and bouquets float down; these had been thrown
at the barge of the pharaoh.
About five miles above Memphis there were multitudes of people with
banners, with statues of gods, and with music; an immense roar was
heard, like the sound of a tempest.
"There is his holiness!" cried Tutmosis, delighted.
One spectacle was presented to the eyes of the onlookers: in the
middle of a broad bend in the river sailed the great barge of the
pharaoh, rising in front like the breast of a swan. At the right and
left sides of it, like two giant wings, pushed forward the countless
boats of his subjects, and in the rear, like a rich fan, stretched the
retinue of the ruler of Egypt.
Every one living shouted, sang, clapped hands, and threw flowers at
the feet of the lord whom no one even saw. It was enough that under
that gilded canopy and those ostrich plumes waved a ruddy blue flag,
denoting that the pharaoh was present.
The people in the boats were as if drunk, the people on the shore as
if mad. Every moment some boat struck or overturned a boat and some
man fell into the water, out of which luckily the crocodiles had fled,
frightened by the unparalleled uproar. On the banks men ran into one
another, for no one paid heed to his neighbor, his father, or his
child, but fixed his wild eyes on the gilded beak of the barge and the
tent of the pharaoh. Even people who were trampled, whose ribs the
wild crowd broke stupidly, and whose joints they put out, had no cry
save this,--
"May he live through eternity, O our ruler!--Shine on, thou the sun of
Egypt!"
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