against my forehead, and asked me 'if I were ill, and hence had left
the temple,' I was overcome with her kindness; and when the reflection
forced itself upon me that I could no more call her mother, or be
entitled to these acts of maternal solicitude, I gave way to the
strong current of emotion, and fell upon her shoulder, weeping as
heartily as she had seen me weep when lying in the little ark a
helpless infant.
"During this brief moment, a suspicion flashed across my mind, that
the magicians might have produced this as a part of my trial as a
prince;--that it was not real, but that by their wonderful arts of
magic they had made it appear so to my vision. I seized upon this
idea, as a man drowning in the Nile grasps at a floating flower.
"'Mother,' I said, 'I am ill. I am also very sorrowful!'
"'The tasks and toils of thy initiation, my son, have been too great
for thee. Thy face is haggard and thy looks unnatural. What is thy
sorrow?'
"'I have had a vision, or what was like a dream, my mother. I saw an
infant, in this vision, before me, placed in an ark, and set adrift
upon the Nile. Lo, after being borne by the current some ways, it was
espied by a princess who was bathing, whose maids, at her command,
brought it to her. It contained a circumcised Hebrew child. The
princess, being childless, adopted it, and educated it, and declared
it to be her son. She placed him next to her in the kingdom, and was
about to resign to him the crown, when--'
"Here my mother, whose face I had earnestly regarded, became pale and
trembled all over. She seized my hands and gasped--
"'Tell me, Remeses, tell me, was this a dream, or hast thou heard it?'
"'I saw it, my mother, in a vision, in the subterranean chamber of the
pyramids. It was one of those scenes of magic which the arts of the
magi know how to produce.'
"'Dost thou believe it?' she cried.
"'Is it not thy _secret_, O my mother, which Prince Mœris shares
with thee? Am I not right? Does not that Hebrew child,' I cried,
rising, 'now stand before thee?'
"She shrieked, and fell insensible!
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