tributary countries of Egypt, to surpass themselves, being ready even,
at her nod, to convert the mock battle into a real one.
The two fleets, flying and pursuing, moved past the island like a
sirocco. Their lion or eagle-headed prows tossed high in the air
clouds of white spray. The roar of the waters as the vessels ploughed
through them, the dash of the banks of oars, the cries of pursuit, the
whizzing and shrieks of arrows cleaving the air, the shouts of the
contending thousands, and the velocity with which they moved, brought
color to the queen's cheek, and the light of interest to her eyes. It
was now an actual and real trial for mastery in speed; and the contest
partook of all the realities of a war-chase. The two divisions,
rounding the lower end of the island, were hidden by the Temple of
Isis, which crowns it, but soon reappeared on the west arm of the
river, ascending. When they came opposite to the queen, having passed
entirely round the island, they resumed their former line, two or
three with broken banks of oars, and shattered poops or prows from
collision.
Prince Mœris came on shore to receive the compliments of the queen,
and dined with us. Remeses was not present, being with the cohorts of
cavalry; for he is visiting and inspecting every arm of the service,
as it is intended this shall be the most formidable host that has ever
been sent into Ethiopia.
Adieu, dearest mother, and believe me
Your truly devoted son,
SESOSTRIS.
LETTER X.
ISLAND PALACE OF RHODA.
MY DEAREST MOTHER:
It is with heartfelt pleasure I assure you of the recovery of the
queen. The heart of the noble and devoted Remeses is lightened of a
heavy weight of solicitude. Smiles once more revisit his features, and
cheerfulness replaces his late depression.
"Sesostris," said he to me this morning, as we were returning in his
galley from a visit to the pyramids and vast city of tombs that
stretch between Memphis and the Libyan hills, "if my excellent and
dear mother had died, I should have been made one of the most unhappy
of men. I shall to-morrow, in testimony of my gratitude, offer in the
Temple of Osiris a libation and incense to the God of Health and Life,
wherever in his illimitable universe such a Being may dwell."
"Then you would not, my dear Remeses, offer it to Osiris himself?" I
said.
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