"At length I restored her to consciousness. I related all I have told
you. Reluctantly, she confessed that all was true as I had seen it. I
then, in a scene such as I hope never to pass through again, assured
her I should refuse the throne and exile myself from Egypt. She
implored me with strong appeals to keep the secret, and mount the
throne. I firmly refused to do so, inasmuch as it would be an act of
injustice, not only to Mœris, but to the Egyptians, to deceive them
with a Hebrew ruler. She reminded me how, for sixty-one years, Prince
Joseph had governed Egypt. 'Yes,' I said, 'but it was openly and
without deceit; while my reign, would be a gross deception and
usurpation.' But, O Sesostris, I cannot revive the scene. It has
passed!--I have yielded! She showed me the letters of Prince Mœris.
She implored me for her sake to keep the secret, and aid her in
resisting the conspiracy of the viceroy. When I reflected that he had
made my mother so long miserable, and now menaced her throne, I
yielded to her entreaties to remain a few days at the head of the
affairs that have been intrusted to my control, and to lead the army
against Mœris, should he fulfil his menace to invade Lower Egypt.
After that, I said, I shall refuse to be called the son of Pharaoh's
daughter, and will retire from the Court."
"Not among the Hebrews?" I exclaimed.
"No, perhaps not. I have nothing in common with them. I can do them no
good: I cannot yet consent to share their bondage. I shall seek my own
family, for the queen has told me who they are. My mother, my _own_
mother, Sesostris, shall again fold her child to her heart! I
recollect her beautiful, tearful face, as seen in the vision of the
pyramids. I have a brother, too, and a sister!"
"I know them both!" I cried, almost joyfully; though, dear mother, it
was a sad joy I felt, to know that Remeses was a brother to Miriam and
the ecclesiastic gold-caster. He became at once interested, and I told
him all I knew about them, as I have you. He listened with deep
attention, and seemed pleased. I also told him how often I had
conversed, in the garden of flowers, with the venerable Amram, the
father of Miriam.
"And _my_ father also, you should add," he said, with a melancholy
smile. "I knew it not, Sesostris; I believed him to be the husband of
my nurse. Thinkest thou all this time he knew I was his son?"
"I doubt it not," I answered. "The eyes of your father and mother must
naturally have been upon you from your childhood up. They must have
witnessed all your career, and rejoiced in it, and kept the secret
locked in their own humble hearts, lest you and the world should know
it, and the glory they secretly saw you sharing, be taken away or
resigned by you."
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