THE DREAM OF ABI
On the night of the drawing-forth of the Ka of Neter-Tua, Kaku the
wizard, and Merytra the spy, she who had been Lady of the Footstool to
Pharaoh, sat together in that high chamber where Merytra had vowed her
vow, and received the magic image.
“Why do you look so disturbed?” asked the astrologer of his accomplice
who glanced continually over her shoulder, and seemed very ill at ease.
“All has gone well. If Set himself had fashioned that image, it could
not have done its work more thoroughly.”
“Thoroughly, indeed,” broke in Merytra in an angry voice. “You have
tricked me, Wizard, I promised to help you to lame Pharaoh, not to
murder him!”
“Hush! Beloved,” said Kaku nervously, “murder is an ugly word, and
murderers come to ugly ends--sometimes. Is it your fault if an accursed
fool of a priest chose to burn the mannikin upon an altar, and thus
bring this god to his lamented end?”
“No,” answered Merytra, “not mine, or the priest’s, but yours, and that
hog, Abi’s; and Set’s the master of both of you. But I shall get the
blame of it, for the Queen and Asti know the truth, and soon or late it
will come out, and they will burn me as a sorceress, sending me to the
Underworld with the blood of Pharaoh upon my hands. Pharaoh who never
did me aught but good. And then, what will happen to me?”
Evidently Kaku did not know, for he rose and stood opposite to her,
scratching his lean chin and smiling in a sickly, indeterminate fashion
that enraged Merytra.
“Cease grinning at me like an ape of the rocks,” she said, “and tell me,
what is to be the end of this evil business?”
“Why trouble about ends, Fair One?” he asked. “They are always a long
way off; indeed, the best philosophers hold that there is no such thing
as an end. You know the sacred symbol of a snake with its tail in its
mouth that surrounds the whole world, but begins where it ends, and ends
where it begins. It may be seen in any tomb----”
“Cease your talk of snakes and tombs,” burst in Merytra. “The thought of
them makes me shudder.”
“By all means, Beloved. I have always held that we Egyptians dwell too
much on tombs, and--whatever it may be that lies beyond them, which
after all remains a matter of doubt--fortunately. So let us turn from
tombs and corpses to palaces and life. As I said just now, although we
grieve over the accident of Pharaoh’s death, and that of all his guard
--and I may add, of Abi’s four legitimate sons, things have gone
well for us. To-day I have received from the Prince, in writing, my
appointment as Vizier, and first King’s companion, to come into force
when he mounts the throne as he must do, and to-day you have received
from me, with all the usual public rites and ceremonies, the name of
wife, as I promised that you should. Merytra, you are the wife of the
great Vizier, the pre-eminent lord, the sole Companion of the King of
Egypt, a high position for one who after all during the late reign was
but Pharaoh’s favourite, and Lady of the Footstool.”
“A footstool of silk is more comfortable to sit on than a state chair
fashioned of blood-stained swords. Hearken you, Kaku! I am afraid. You
say that you are the greatest of seers, and can read the future. Well,
I desire to know the future, so if you are not a charlatan, show it to
me.”
“A charlatan! How can you suggest it, Merytra, remembering the adventure
of the image?”
“That may have been an accident. Pharaoh was sickly for years, and had
a stroke before. If you are not a cheat show me the future in that magic
crystal. I would learn the worst, so that I may know how to meet it when
it comes.”
“Well, Wife, we will try, though to see such high visions the spirit
should be calm, which I fear yours is not--nay, be not angry. We will
try, we will try. Sit here now, and gaze, and above all be silent while
I say the appropriate spells.”
So the ball of crystal having been set upon the table, the pair stared
into it as Kaku muttered his charms and invocations. For a long while
Merytra saw nothing, till suddenly a shadow gathered in the ball, which
slowly cleared away, revealing the image of dead Pharaoh clothed in his
mummy wrappings. As she started back to scream the image seemed to loose
its hands from the cloths that bound them, and strike outwards, whereon
the crystal suddenly shattered, so that the pieces of it flew about
the room, one of which struck her on the mouth, knocking out two of her
front teeth, and gashing her lips.
Merytra uttered a cry, and fell backwards to the floor, while Kaku
sprang from his chair as though to run away, then thought better of it,
and stood still, shivering with fear.
“What was that?” said Merytra, rising from the ground, and wiping the
blood from her cut mouth.
“I do not know,” answered Kaku, in a quavering voice. “It would seem
that the gods deny to us that knowledge of the future which you sought.
Be content with the present, Merytra.”
“Content with the present,” she screamed, infuriated. “Look at what
the present has given me--a mouthful of blood and teeth. I, who was
beautiful, am spoiled for ever; I am become an old hag. Pharaoh burst
the ball with his hand, and threw the pieces at me. I saw him do it, and
you set him there. Wretch, I will pay you back for this evil trick,” and
springing at Kaku, she tore of his astrologer’s cap, and the wig beneath
it, and beat his bald head with them till he cried for mercy.
It was at this moment that the door opened, and through it, breathless,
white with terror, half-clothed, appeared none other than the Prince
Abi.
“What passes here?” he gasped, sinking into a chair. “Is this the way
you conduct your midnight studies, Kaku?”
“Certainly not, most high Lord,” replied the astrologer, trying to bow
with his eye fixed on Merytra, who stood by him, the torn wig in her
hand, in the act of striking. “Certainly not, exalted Prince. A domestic
difference, that is all. This wild cat of a woman whom I have married
having met with an accident, gave way to her devilish temper.”
“Repeat that,” exclaimed Merytra, “and I will throw you from the
window-place to find out whether your sorceries can make paving-stones
as soft as air. See, Lord, what he has done to me by his accursed
wizardry,” and she exhibited her two front teeth in her shaking hand.
“I say that he set the spirit of Pharaoh whom he beguiled me to do to
death, in the crystal, for I saw him there wrapped in his mummy clothes,
and caused dead Pharaoh to burst the crystal and stone me with its
fragments.”
“Be silent, Woman,” shouted Abi, “or I will have you beaten with rods,
till your feet hurt more than your mouth. What is this about the spirit
of Pharaoh, Kaku? Is he everywhere, for know, it is of Pharaoh, the
dweller in Osiris, that I came to speak to you.”
“Most exalted Ruler of the North, Son of Royal Blood, Hereditary Count
who shall be King----”
“Cease your titles, Knave,” exclaimed Abi, “and listen, for I need
counsel, and if you cannot give it I will find one who can. Just now I
lay on my bed asleep, and a dreadful vision came to me. I dreamed that I
woke up, and feeling a weight on the bed beside me turned to learn
what it was, and saw there the body of my brother, Pharaoh, in his
death-wrappings----”
“As I saw him in the ball,” broke in Merytra. “Did he pelt you also, O
Abi?”
“Nay, Woman, he did worse, he spoke to me. He said--‘You, my brother, to
whom I forgave all your sins, you and the woman-snake that I cherished
in my bosom, and your servant, the black-souled magician, her
accomplice, have done me miserably to death, and set the Queen of both
the Lands, Amen’s royal child, to starve in yonder tower with the noble
lady Asti, until she dies or takes you to be her husband--you, her
uncle, who seek her beauty and my throne. Now I have a message for
you from the gods, who write down these things in their eternal books
against the day of judgment, when we all shall meet and plead our cause
before them, Osiris the Redeemer standing on the right hand, and the
Eater-up of Souls standing on the left.
“‘This is the message, O Abi--Go to the Temple of Sekhet at the dawn.
There you shall find that Royal Loveliness which you desire. Take it to
be your wife as you desire, for it shall not say you nay. Be wedded to
that Loveliness with pomp before all the eyes of Egypt, and reign by
right of that Royalty, until you meet one Rames, son of Mermes, whom
you also murdered, and with him a certain Beggar-man who is charged with
another message for you, O Abi. Ascend the Nile to Thebes, and lay this
body of mine in the splendid tomb which I have made ready and sit in
my seat, and do those things which that Royal Loveliness you have wed,
commands to you, for It you shall obey. But hasten, hasten, Abi, to
hollow for yourself a grave, and let it be near to mine, for when you
are dead this my Ka would come to visit you, as it does to-night.’
“Then the Ka or the body of Pharaoh--I know not which it was--ceased
from speaking, and lay there a while staring at me with its cold eyes,
till at length the spirits of my four sons who are dead entered the
chamber and, lifting up the shape, carried it away. I awoke, shaking
like a reed in the wind, and ran hither up a thousand steps to find you
brawling with this low-born slut, dead Pharaoh’s worn-out shoe that in
bygone years I kicked from off my foot.”
Now Merytra would have answered, for she loved not such names, but
the two men looked at her so fiercely that her rage died, and she was
silent.
“Read me this vision, Man, and be swift, for the torment of it haunts
me,” went on Abi. “If you cannot I strip you of your offices, and give
your carcase to the rods until you find wisdom. It was you who set me
on this path, and by the gods you shall keep me safe in it or die by
inches.”
Now, seeing his great danger, Kaku grew cold and cunning.
“It is true, O Prince,” he said, “that I set you on this path, this high
and splendid path, and it is true also that from the beginning I have
kept you safe in it. Had it not been for me and my counsel, long ago
you would have become but a forgotten traitor. Remember that night at
Thebes, when in your pride you desired to smite at the heart of Pharaoh,
and how I held your hand, and remember how, many a time, my wisdom has
been your guide, when left to your own rash folly you must have failed
or perished. It is true also, Prince, that in the future as in the past,
with me and by me you stand or fall. Yet if you think otherwise, find
some wiser man to lead you, and wait the end. All the rods in Egypt
cannot be broken on my back, O Abi. Now shall I speak who alone have
knowledge, or will you seek another counsellor?”
“Speak on,” answered Abi sullenly, “we are fish in the same net, and
share each other’s fortune to the end, whether it be Set’s gridiron or
fat Egypt’s pleasure pond. Fear not, what I have promised you shall have
while it is mine to give.”
“Just now you promised rods,” remarked Kaku, making a wry face and
replacing the remains of his wig upon his bald head, “but let that pass.
Now as to this dream of yours, I find its meaning good. How did Pharaoh
come to you? Not as a living spirit, but in the fashion of a dead man,
and who cares for dead men?”
“I do, for one, when they cut my mouth with broken crystals,”
interrupted Merytra, who was bathing her wounds in a basin of water.
“Would that they had cut your tongue instead of your lips, Woman,”
snarled Abi. “Continue, Kaku, and heed her not.”
“And what was his message?” went on the magician. “Why, that you shall
marry the Majesty of Egypt, and rule in her right and sit in the seat
of kings. Are not these the very things that you desire, and have worked
for years to win?”
“Yes, Kaku, but you forget all that about one Rames, and the tomb that I
must hollow, and the rest.”
“Rames? Merytra here can tell you of him, Prince. He is the madcap young
Count who killed the Prince of Kesh, and was sent by Neter-Tua far to
the South-lands, that the barbarians there might make an end of him
without scandal. If ever he should come back with the Beggar-man and
his message, which is not likely, you can answer him with the halter he
deserves.”
“Aye, Kaku, but how will the Queen answer him? There are stories
afloat----”
“Lies, every one of them, Prince. She would have executed him at once
had it not been for the influence of Mermes, and her foster-mother,
Asti. This Rames has in him the royal blood of the last dynasty, and the
Star of Amen is not one who will share her sky with a rival star, unless
he be her lawful Lord, which is your part. If Rames or the foul Beggar
brings you any message it will be that you are King of Kesh as well as
of Egypt, and then you can kill him and take the heritage. A fig for
Rames and its stalk for the Beggar!”
“Perhaps,” replied Abi more cheerfully, “at any rate I do not fear that
risk; but how about all Pharaoh’s talk of tombs?”
“Being dead, Prince, it is natural that the mind of his Ka should run
on tombs, and his own royal burial, which as a matter of policy we must
give to him. Besides there the prophesy was safe, since to these same
tombs all must come, especially those of us who have seen the Nile rise
over sixty times--as I have,” he added hastily. “When we reach the tomb
it will be time to deal with its affairs; till then let us be content
with life, and the good things it offers, such as thrones, and find the
love of the most beautiful woman in the world, and the rest. Harvest
your corn when it is ripe, Prince, and do not trouble about next year’s
crop or whether in his grave Pharaoh’s Double eats white bread or brown.
Pharaoh’s daughter--or Amen’s--is your business, not his ghost.”
“Yes, good soothsayer,” said Abi, “she is my business. But one more
question. Why did that accursed mummy speak of her as ‘It’--in my dream
I mean--as though she were no woman, but something beyond woman?”
For a moment Kaku hesitated, for the point was hard to answer, then he
replied boldly:
“Because as I believe, Prince, this Queen with whom the gods are
rewarding your deserts is in truth more than woman, being Amen’s very
daughter, and therefore in those realms whence the dream came, she is
known not as woman, but by her title of Royal Loveliness. Oh!” went on
Kaku, simulating an enthusiasm that in truth did not glow within his
breast, “great and glorious is your lot, King of the world, and splendid
the path which I have opened to your triumphant feet. It was I who
showed you how Pharaoh might be trapped in Memphis, being but a poor
fool easy to deceive, and it was I--or rather Merytra yonder--who rid
you of him. And now it is I, the Master whom you threatened with rods,
that alone can interpret to you the happy omen of a dream which you
thought fearsome. Think of the end of it, Prince, and banish every
doubt. Who bore away the shape of Pharaoh? Why the spirits of your sons,
thus symbolising the triumph of your House.”
“At least they will have no share in it, Kaku, for they are dead,” said
Abi with a groan, for he had loved his sons.
“What of that, Prince? They died bravely, and we mourn them, but here
again Fortune is with you, for had they lived trouble might have arisen
between them and those other sons which the Queen of Egypt shall bear to
you.”
“Mayhap, mayhap,” replied Abi, waving his hand, for the subject was
painful to him, “but this Queen is not yet my wife. She is starving in
yonder tower, and what am I to do? If I try to force my presence upon
her, she will destroy herself as she swore, and if I leave her there any
longer, being mortal, she must die. Moreover, I dare not, for even these
folk of Memphis, who love me, begin to murmur. Egypt’s Queen is Egypt’s
Queen, and they will not suffer that she should perish miserably, being
beautiful and young, and one who takes all hearts. This night at sunset
they gathered in tens of thousands round the tower to hear her sing that
evening hymn to Ra, and afterwards marched past my palace, shouting
in the darkness, ‘Give food to Her Majesty, and free her, or we will.’
Moreover, by now the news must have come to Thebes, and there a great
army will gather to liberate or avenge her. What am I to do, Prophet?”
“Do what dead Pharaoh bade you in your dream, Prince. At the hour of
dawn go to the Temple of Sekhet, where you will find the Queen become
obedient to your wishes, for did not the dream declare that she will not
say you nay? Then lead her to your palace, and marry her in the face
of all men, and rule by right of her Majesty and of your own conquering
arm.”
“It can be tried,” said Abi, “for then, at least, we shall learn what
truth there is in dreams. But what of this Asti her companion?”
“Asti has been an ill guide to her Majesty, Prince,” replied Kaku,
rubbing his chin as he always did when there was mischief in his mind.
“Moreover, she is advanced in years, and must be weak with grief and
hunger. If she still lives Merytra here will take her in charge and care
for her. You are old friends, are you not, Merytra?”
“Very,” answered that lady with emphasis, “like the cat and the bird
which were pets of the same master. Well, we shall have much to say to
each other. Only, beware, Husband, Asti is no weakling. Your magic may
be strong, but hers is stronger, for she is a great priestess and draws
it from gods--not devils.”
So it came about that at dawn Prince Abi, clad in magnificent robes, and
accompanied by Councillors, among them Kaku, and by a small guard, was
carried in a litter to the gates of the old temple of Sekhet, being too
heavy to walk so far, and there descended. As there were none to defend
them these gates were opened easily enough, and they passed through,
leaving the guard without. When they came to the inner court, Abi
stopped and asked where they should search.
“In one place only, your Highness,” answered Kaku, “that pylon tower
which overlooks the Nile, for there her Majesty starves with Asti.”
“Pylon tower,” grumbled Abi. “Have I not climbed enough steps this
night? Still, lead on.”
So they went to the narrow stair, up which the thin Kaku ran like a cat,
while the officers pushed and led the huge Abi behind him. On the third
landing they all halted at Abi’s command.
“Hurry not,” he said in a thick whisper. “Her Majesty dwells on the next
floor of this hateful tower, and since Asti is with her she cannot be
surprised. Beware, then, of frightening her by your sudden appearance,
lest she should run to the top of the pylon, and hurl herself into the
Nile, as she has sworn that she will do. Halt now, and I will call to
her when I have got my breath.”
So after a while he called, saying:
“O Queen, cease to starve yourself in this miserable abode, and come
down to dwell in plenty with your faithful subject.”
He called it once, and twice, and thrice, but there was no answer. Now
Abi grew afraid.
“She must have perished,” he said, “and Egypt will demand her blood at
my hands. Kaku, go up and see what has happened. You are a magician, and
have nothing to fear.”
But the astrologer thought otherwise, and hesitated, till Abi in a rage
lifted his cedar wand to strike him on the back. Then he went, step by
step, slowly, pausing at each step to address prayers and praises to her
Majesty of Egypt. At length he came to the door of the Queen’s chamber,
and kneeling down, peeped into it, to see that it was quite empty. Next
he crawled across the landing to the chamber opposite, that which
had been Asti’s, and found it empty also. Then, made bold by fear, he
ascended to the pylon roof. But here, too, there was no one to be seen.
So he returned, and told Abi, who shouted:
“By Ptah, great Lord of Memphis! either she has escaped to raise Egypt
on me, or she has sought death in the Nile to raise the gods upon me,
which is worse. So much for your interpretation of dreams, O Cheat.”
“Wait till you are sure before you call me such names, Prince,” replied
Kaku indignantly. “Let us search the temple, she may be elsewhere.”
So they searched it court by court, and chamber by chamber, till they
came to that inner hall in front of the Sanctuary where Pharaoh had set
up his throne while he sojourned at Memphis. This hall was a dark place,
into which light flowed only through the gratings in the clerestory,
being roofed in with blocks of granite laid upon its lotus-shaped
columns. Now, at the hour of sunrise, the gloom in it was still deep,
so deep that the searchers felt their way from pillar to pillar, seeing
nothing. Presently, however, a ray of light from the rising sun sped
through the opening shaped like the eye of Osiris in the eastern wall,
and as it had done for thousands of years, struck upon the shrine of
the goddess, and the throne that was set in front of it, revealing the
throne, and seated thereon Neter-Tua, her Majesty of Egypt.
Glorious she looked indeed, a figure of flame set in the midst of
darkness. The royal robe she wore glittered in the sunlight, glittered
her sceptre, her jewels, and the _uræi_ on her Double Crown, but more
than all of them glittered her fierce and splendid eyes. Indeed,
there was something so terrible in those eyes that the beholders who
discovered them thus suddenly, shrank back, whispering to each other
that here sat a goddess, not a woman. For in her calmness, her proud
beauty and her silence, she seemed like an immortal, one victorious who
had triumphed over death, not a woman who for seven days had starved
within a tower.
They shrank back, they huddled themselves together in the doorway, and
there remained whispering till the growing light fell on them also. But
the figure on the throne took no heed, only stared over their heads as
though it were lost in mystery and thought.
At length Kaku, gathering courage, said to Abi:
“O Prince, there is your bride, such a bride as never man had before. Go
now and take her,” and all the others echoed:
“Go now, O Prince, and take her.”
Thus adjured for very shame’s sake Abi advanced, looking often behind
him, till he came to the foot of the throne, and stood there bowing.
For a long while he stood bowing thus, till he grew weary indeed, for
he knew not what to say. Then suddenly a clear and silvery voice spoke
above him, asking:
“What do you here, Lord of Memphis? Why are you not in the cell where
Pharaoh bound you? Oh! I remember--the footstool-bearer, Merytra, your
paid spy, let you out, did she not? Why is she not here with Kaku the
Sorcerer, who fashioned the enchanted image that did Pharaoh to death?
Is it because she stays to doctor those false lips of hers that were
cut last night before you went to ask yonder Kaku to interpret a certain
dream which came to you?”
“How did you learn these things? Have you spies in my palace, O Queen?”
“Yes, my uncle, I have spies in your palace and everywhere. What Amen
sees his daughter knows. Now you have come to lead me away to be your
wife, have you not? Well, I await you, I am ready. Do it if you dare!”
“If I dare? Why should I not dare, O Queen?” asked Abi in a doubtful
voice.
“Surely that question is one for you to answer, Count of Memphis and its
subject nomes. Yet tell me this--why did the magic crystal burst asunder
without cause in the chamber of Kaku last night, and why do you suppose
that Kaku interpreted to you all the meaning of your dream--he who will
never tell the truth unless it be beneath the rods?”
“I do not know, Queen,” answered Abi, “but with Kaku I can speak
later, if need be after the fashion you suggest,” and he glanced at the
magician wrathfully.
“No, Prince Abi, you know nothing, and Kaku knows nothing, save that
rods break the backs of snakes, unless they can find a wall to hide in,”
and she pointed to the astrologer slinking back into the shadow. “No
one knows anything save me, to whom Amen gives wisdom with sight of the
future, and what I know I keep. Were it otherwise, O Abi, I could tell
you things that would turn your grey hair white, and to Kaku and Merytra
the spy, promise rewards that would make the torture-chamber seem a bed
of down. But it is not lawful, nor would they sound pleasant in this
bridal hour.”
Now while Kaku between his chattering teeth muttered the words of
Protection in the shadow, Abi and his courtiers stared at this terrible
queen as boys seeking wild fowls’ eggs in the reeds, and stumbling on
a lion, stare ere they fly. Twice, indeed, the Prince turned looking
towards the door and the pleasant light without, for it seemed to him
that he was entering on a dark and doubtful road. Then he said:
“Your words, O Queen, cut like a two-edged sword, and methinks they
leave a poison in the wound. Say now, if you are human, how it comes
about that after seven days of want your flesh is not minished nor has
your beauty waned. Say also who brought to you those glorious robes you
wear here in this empty temple, and where is your foster-mother, Asti?”
“The gods fed me,” answered the Queen gently, “and brought me these
robes that I might seem the more worthy of you, O Prince. And as for
Asti, I sent her to Cyprus to fetch a scent they make there and nowhere
else. No, I forgot, it was yesterday she went to bring the scent from
Cyprus that now is on my hair; to-day she is in Thebes, seeing to a
business of mine. That is no secret, I will tell it you--it is as to
the carving of all the history of his murder and betrayal in the first
chamber of the Pharaoh’s tomb.”
Now at these magical and ill-omened words the courage of the company
left them, so that they began to walk backwards towards the door, Abi
going with them.
“What!” cried the Queen in a voice of sorrow that yet seemed laden
with mockery. “Would you leave me here alone? Do my power and my wisdom
frighten you? Alas! I cannot help them, for when the full vase is tilted
the wine will run out, and when light is set behind alabaster, then the
white stone must shine. Yet am I one meet to adorn the palace of the
King, even such a king as you shall be, O Abi, whom Osiris loves. See,
now, I will dance and sing to you as once I sang to the Prince of Kesh
before the sword of Rames took away his life, so that you may judge of
me, Abi, you, who have looked upon so many lovely women.”
As she spoke, very slowly, so slowly that they could scarcely see her
move, she glided from the throne, and standing before them, began to
move her feet and body, and to chant a song.
What were the words of that song none could ever remember, but to every
man there present it opened a door in his heart, and brought back the
knowledge of youth. She whom he had loved best danced before him, her
tender hands caressed him; the words she sang were sighs which the dead
had whispered in his ears. Even to Abi, old, unwieldy and steeped in
cunning, these soft visions came, although it is true that it seemed to
him that this lovely singer led him to a precipice, and that when she
ceased her song and appeared to vanish, to seek her he leapt into the
clouds that rushed beneath.
Now the dance was done, and the last echoes of the music died away
against the ancient walls whence the images of Sekhet the cat-headed
watched them with her cruel smile of vengeance. The dance was done, and
the beautiful dancer stood before them unflushed, unheated, but laughing
gently.
“Now go, divine Prince,” she said, “and you his followers, go, all of
you, and leave me to my lonely house, until Pharaoh sends for me to
share that new realm which he inherits beyond the West.”
But they would not go and could not if they would, for some power bound
them to her, while, as for Abi he scarce could take his eyes from her,
but heedless of who heard them, babbled out his passion at her feet,
while the rest glowered on him jealously. She listened always smiling
that same smile that was so sweet, yet so inhuman. Then when he stopped
exhausted, at last she spoke, saying:
“What! do you love now more greatly than you fear, as the divine Prince
of Kesh loved after Amen’s Star had sung to him. May your fate be
happier, O noble Abi, but that, since it is not lawful that I should
tell it to you, you shall discover. Abi, there shall be a royal marriage
in Memphis of such joy and feasting as has not been known in the history
of the Northern or the Southern Land, and for your allotted span you
shall sit by the side of Egypt’s Queen and shine in her light. Have you
not earned the place by right of blood, O conqueror of Pharaoh, and did
not Pharaoh promise it to you in your sleep? Come, the sun of this new
day shines, let us walk in it, and bid farewell to shadows.”