The vassals do obeisance seven and seven times; they prostrate
themselves upon breast and back. (Both attitudes are illustrated in
the rather later tomb of Harmheb.) They call themselves the throne on
which the king sits, his footstool, the dust of his feet and of the
soles of his sandals. They are the ground upon which he treads, the
dirt over which he walks; his yoke is upon their neck and they bear it.
'Whether we mount up to heaven or descend to earth, our head is still
in your hand,' writes one, and he makes the following striking
acknowledgement: 'I look here and I look there and there is no light,
but I look to my lord the king and there is light; and though a brick
move away from under its coping, I will not move away from under the
feet of my lord.' These phrases, which were evidently popular, are
used by two {100} other writers. A vassal thus declares his fidelity:
'I have not sinned in aught against the king my lord, I have not
sinned; may the lord my king know his evil-doers.' Another seeks the
way to his lord, and from his lord deserts not. A confident vassal
prays the king not to take anything to heart; let not thy heart be
pained, he writes. One writer asks if he is a dog that he should not
obey the royal commands, and a second emphasises his remarks by a
repetition of the oath 'as the king, my lord, liveth.'
The king of Byblos, who calls his city the king's faithful handmaid,
complains of a deed against his city which had not been done since
eternity; the dogs (_i.e._ his adversaries) act after their hearts and
cause the king's cities to go up in smoke. The fields are like a wife
without a husband through lack of sustenance. He himself is caught
like a bird in a cage. Again, he is old and stricken with disease; the
gods of Byblos are enraged, and the illness is very severe, but, he
continues, 'I have opened (confessed) my sins to the gods.' He
declares that since the day he received favour from the king his heart
had not changed, his face is (fixed) to serve him; if the king's heart
is for his city (or, elsewhere, if it is on his heart) let him send
help.
{101}
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