The Messenger from Tanis
The Council of the Order of the Dawn was summoned to meet early in
the morning on the morrow of that night of full moon when the Prince
Khian, in searching for a spirit, had found a woman and a lover. At
daybreak, those who watched the frontier of the Holy Field had
reported that a messenger had come by boat from King Apepi and waited
in the grove of palms to be escorted under safe-conduct into the
presence of the Council. It was added that when he was asked what had
chanced to the priest Temu who had been sent bearing writings from the
Council to the King of the North at Tanis, this messenger replied that
he had died of sickness at the Court, and therefore could return no
more, or so he had heard. Then it was ordered that the man should be
led before the Council at its meeting, there to deliver his message or
the writings that he bore.
At the appointed hour Roy the Prophet and all the Council of the Dawn
assembled in the temple hall, whither came also every member of the
Order to hear the answer of Nefra the Queen to the demands of the King
Apepi, and with them Khian under his name and title of Rasa the
Scribe, the envoy from the King of the North. Lastly, royally arrayed
and for the first time wearing the crowns of Upper and Lower Egypt,
appeared Nefra herself attended by the Ethiopian, Ru, for a
body-servant, and the Lady Kemmah, her nurse. She took her seat upon
the throne that was set to receive her, the same throne that she had
filled upon the night of her coronation, whereon the Council and the
company rose and made obeisance to her.
At this moment it was announced that the messenger from King Apepi
waited without with the letters of the King. It was ordered that he
should be admitted, and he entered, guarded by two priests.
Khian looked at him as he came up the dusky hall, thinking that he
might know him again as one of the King’s Court at Tanis, and saw a
thickset man of middle height who limped as he walked, and was wrapped
round with shawls that even covered the lower part of his face, as
though to protect himself against the cold of the winter morning.
Suddenly this man’s glance fell upon Khian watching him, whereon he
started and turned his head. Next it fell upon Nefra seated in pomp
and youthful beauty upon the throne and illumined by a ray of light
that struck full upon her through one of the high-placed window
openings of the hall. Again the man started as though in wonder, then
limped on towards the dais. Arriving in front of it he bowed humbly,
drew from his robe a papyrus roll which he laid against his forehead
before handing it to one of the priests who mounted the dais and gave
it to Nefra. She received the writing and passed it on to the Prophet
Roy who sat upon her right hand.
Having opened and studied it, Roy read the writing aloud. It was short
and ran thus:
“From Apepi the Pharaoh to the Council of the Order of the Dawn:
“I, the Pharaoh, have received your letter, also one from my envoy,
the Scribe Rasa. Your messenger, who gave the name of Temu, reached
this Court sick and after lingering for many days, has died. Yet
before he died he told my officers that the envoy whom I sent to you,
Rasa the Scribe, was dead, having fallen from a pyramid. I demand to
know the circumstances of the death of this scribe, my servant,
holding that he has been murdered among you.
“Of what is written in your letter I say nothing till I learn the
answer of the Lady Nefra to the offer of marriage with me, the
Pharaoh, which I have made to her, for according to that answer I
shall act. This roll I send by a faithful man but one who, being
humble in his station, knows nothing of the matter with which it
deals, for the reason that I will not trust another of my high
officers among you. Deliver your answer to this man and let him return
at once, for if accident overtakes him also, I, the Pharaoh, shall
smite.
“Sealed with the seal of Apepi, the good god, Pharaoh of the Upper and
the Lower Lands, and with the seal of his Vizier Anath.”
Having read Roy cast down the writing, for his rage was great, and
motioned to the messenger to fall back. This he did readily, as though
afraid, taking his stand among the shadows of the lower part of the
hall where he leaned against a pillar after the fashion of one who is
lame and weary.
Then Roy spoke, saying:
“The King Apepi sends us no answer to those things that we wrote to
him, but accuses us of the murder of his envoy, the Scribe Rasa, and
tells us that our messenger Temu is dead of sickness, which we do not
believe, to whom it is given to know if aught of ill befalls one of
our brethren. Be pleased to appear, Scribe Rasa, that this messenger
from King Apepi and all here gathered may see that you are not dead,
but living. Come hither, Scribe Rasa, and take your stand by the
throne that all may behold you.”
So Khian mounted the dais and stood by the throne, and as he came
Nefra smiled at him, and he smiled at her. Then Roy went on:
“Queen Nefra, the time has come when you must make answer to the
demand of King Apepi that your Majesty should give yourself to him in
marriage. What say you, Queen Nefra?”
“Holy Prophet and Council of the Dawn,” answered Nefra in a clear and
quiet voice, “I say that I thank the King Apepi, but that I will not
give myself in marriage to him who brought my father to his death and
by treachery would have taken my mother and myself that he might bring
us also to our deaths. It is enough.”
“Let the words of her Majesty be written down that she may seal them
with her seal and that certain of us may seal them as witnesses. Let
them be written down forthwith and given to the envoy of King Apepi,
Rasa the Scribe. Also let a copy of them be given to this messenger,
that thus we may be certain that they come to the eyes of King Apepi.”
It was done, Tau writing them with his own hands, after which they
were sealed, copied, and made fast in rolls. Then Roy commanded that
the messenger of King Apepi should advance and receive the copy.
But when they searched for him that messenger was gone. During the
long writing and sealings he had slipped away unnoted, telling those
who guarded the door that he had his answer to the message and was
dismissed. There was talk of following him, but Tau said:
“Let him be. The man grew frightened and ran, thinking that if he
stayed, here he might die, as our brother Temu is said to have died at
Tanis. That he has left the roll matters nothing, since what his ears
have heard his tongue can tell.”
So that messenger departed and, save Roy, none thought of him more.
Khian was summoned to a private chamber, that of Roy. There he found
the prophet himself and with him the lord Tau, some of the elders of
the Council, and Nefra attended by the Lady Kemmah. When he was seated
Roy spoke, saying:
“Our Queen has told us a story, Prince Khian, for so you are, as we
have known from the first. She says that while wandering among the
tombs last night, as at times it is her fancy to do, she chanced to
meet you, Prince Khian, who were taken with a like desire, and that
you spoke together alone. If so, what did you say to the Queen and
what did she say to you?”
“Holy Prophet, I said that I loved her and desired to be her husband,
which were the truest words that ever passed my lips,” answered Khian
boldly. “As to what she said to me, let her tell you if she will.”
Now the blood came to the brow of Nefra, and looking down, she
murmured:
“I said to the Prince Khian that I gave gift for gift and love for
love, desiring him and no other man to be my lord. Now I pray your
blessing on this choice of mine, my Master in the spirit, and with it
the consent of the Council of the Order to our betrothal.”
“The blessing you have in full measure, Sister and Queen, and the
consent I think will not be withheld. Know that we have hoped and
prayed that so it would befall, and even made the happening easy, in
the trust that thus, without war or bloodshed, Egypt that is severed
in twain may once more become one land, acknowledging one throne.
Moreover, it seemed to us who have watched you both that you two are
well-fitted to each other, and we believe that you were appointed to
come together. That is our answer.”
“I thank you, Father,” said Khian, and Nefra also murmured, “I thank
you.”
“Aye,” went on Roy, “doubtless your hearts thank us in their
happiness, yet, Prince and Queen, there is more to be said. Troubles
are ahead of you and us, nor can you be united until these are
overcome. Apepi threatens us. When he learns that he has been
rejected, he will be very wrath, and when he comes to understand why
and for whom his suit has been refused--and such a matter cannot be
long concealed--what then? Is it still your purpose, Prince Khian, to
bear our written answer which that messenger has left behind him, to
your father, King Apepi, or will you choose to bide on with us, or to
fly the land and hide awhile?”
Khian thought a little, then replied:
“Before I knew what fate held in store for me, I accepted this embassy
and, according to custom, swore the envoy’s oath of loyal service,
namely, that I would bear my message and return with its answer, if I
lived, making true report of those to whom it was sent. This oath I
must fulfil or be shamed, and therefore I cannot hide away disguised
here or elsewhere because my task has become dangerous. That I have
adopted the doctrines of the Dawn and am affianced to a certain high
lady are my private matters, or so I hold; but to sail in that ship
which has been summoned from Memphis to await me in the river, and to
deliver your answer to the King Apepi, is my public duty. If ill comes
to me in the performing of that duty, it must be so, but if I left it
unperformed I should be no honest man. I will deliver the letters and,
if need be, tell King Apepi the truth, leaving the end of all to
fortune, or rather to the will of That which we worship.”
Now Nefra looked at him proudly, while the others murmured: “Well
spoken.”
“These are high-hearted words,” said Roy, “and they please me, Prince
Khian, who know from them that our Queen has given her love to no base
man. The danger is great and until it be overcome you may not marry
lest your bride should be widowed almost as soon as she was wed. Yet I
believe that it will be overcome and that in the end the Spirit whom
we serve will guide your feet to joy and safety.”
“May it be so,” said Khian.
“Hearken both of you,” went on Roy. “I am very old and it is revealed
to me that soon I must pass hence, how as yet I do not know. Yes, I,
the seeker after light, must enter into the darkness where, as I
trust, I shall find light. Prince Khian, you look upon my face for the
last time. All my days I have striven to bring about the unity of
Egypt, without bloodshed if that might be. Now perchance in the
persons of you, Prince and Queen, this unity will be accomplished and
Egypt will be one again, if only for a while. That accomplishment I
shall not live to see, though I trust that in the after days I may
hear of it from your lips elsewhere. Yet being dead I trust also that
my spirit may still guide you both upon the earth although you see it
not. Come hither, Khian, Prince of the North, and Nefra, anointed
Queen of Egypt, that I may bless you.”
They came and knelt before the ancient priest who already seemed more
a spirit than a man. He laid his thin hands upon their heads and
blessed them in the name of Heaven and in his own, calling down joy
and fruitfulness upon them and consecrating them to the service of
Egypt--of the Order of the Dawn, and of that universal Soul whom they
worshipped. Then suddenly he rose and left them.
One by one, according to their degree, the members of the Council
followed, and with them went Kemmah and the giant Ru, so that
presently Khian and Nefra found themselves alone.
“The hour of farewell is at hand,” said Khian sadly.
“Yes, Beloved,” answered Nefra, “but oh! when and where will come the
hour of re-union?”
“I do not know, Nefra. None knows, not even Roy, but be brave, for
assuredly it will come. I must go; but now I saw it in your eyes that,
like myself, you thought that I must go.”
“Yes, Khian, so I thought, and think. Therefore go, and swiftly,
before my heart breaks. Remember all, Khian, and every word that has
passed between us. Now one thing more. I charge you by our love that
whatever you may hear concerning me, even if they tell you that I am
wed elsewhere, or faithless, that you believe nothing, save that while
I live, here or in the Underworld, I am yours and yours alone, and
that rather than pass into the hands of another man I will surely die.
Do you swear this, Khian?”
“I swear it, Nefra; also that as you are to me, so I will be to you.”
Then with murmured words of love again they clung and kissed till
soon, at a sign, for she could speak no more, Khian loosed her from
his arms. He loosed her, he bowed to her, and she bowed back to him.
Then he went. At the doorway he turned to look on her. There robed in
the virginal white of the Sisters of the Dawn, wearing no ornament or
mark of rank and yet looking most royal, she stood still as a statue,
gazing after him while one by one the heavy tears welled from her deep
eyes. Another instant and like some gate of doom the door swung to
behind him and she was seen no more.
In his chamber Khian found Tau, the second Prophet of the Order,
awaiting him.
“I come to tell you, Prince, that your ship is ready at the river
bank, to which your goods with the presents sent by King Apepi have
been borne,” he said, adding, “Ru will escort you thither.”
“Yes, Tau, but who will escort me back?” he asked, sighing heavily. “I
feel like one who has dreamed a very happy dream and awakened to the
world and know it but a dream which will never be fulfilled.”
“Take courage, Prince, for I hold otherwise. Yet I will not hide from
you that the peril of all of us is great. We learn that Apepi masses
troops, as he says, to protect himself against the Babylonians who
threaten him, but who can be certain? I would that we had questioned
that messenger as was my purpose. But he slipped away while we thought
that he was waiting for our letter.”
“So would I, Tau, but he is gone and now it is too late.”
“Prince,” went on Tau in a low voice, “it may be that for a while the
Order of the Dawn, and with it a certain lady, must vanish from Egypt.
Yet if this comes about, do not believe that we are lost or dead who
shall but have gone to seek help, whence as yet I may not reveal even
to you, though perchance you may guess. We hate war and bloodshed,
Prince, but if these are forced upon us, we shall fight, or certainly
I shall fight who in my youth was as you are, a soldier and have
commanded armies. Therefore, remember that while I live and indeed
while a Brother or a Sister of the Dawn lives throughout the world,
and as you saw on the night of the Crowning, they are many, dwelling
in many lands, that lady will not lack a defender or a home. And now,
farewell till perchance in a day to come I see you and that lady wed
and afterwards crowned as King and Queen of the Land of Nile, reigning
from the Cataracts to the sea. Again, Brother, fare you well.”
Once more Khian walked across the stretch of desert that lay between
the Sphinx and the palm grove by the bank of the Nile, but this time
his companion was no hooded youth with the voice and the hands of a
woman, but the Ethiopian Ru who, as he went, addressed him in a kind
of soliloquy, after this sort:
“So, Lord, you really are the Prince Khian, as rumour said and the
Lady Kemmah and I guessed from the first, and now you are affianced to
my Queen, for which I hate you because ever since you came she has
hardly had a look or a word for me. Yet to be honest, as such things
must happen, I would rather it was to you than to any one else,
because you are a soldier and I like you, also a man of courage, as
you showed when you learned to climb those pyramids which I should
never have dared to do. So I shall be glad to serve you when you are
married, though if you do not treat my Queen well, beware of this axe,
for then, if you were fifty Pharaohs and a hundred gods, with it I
would still cleave you to the chin. No doubt you think that you are
very clever to win her love, as certainly you have done, but there you
are mistaken. You did not win her love and she did not win yours. It
was those old priests of the Dawn who arranged everything and by their
magic threw a spell upon both of you because they wished to bring all
this about for purposes of their own. Believe me, that as they have
joined you together, so they can separate you if they choose, and by
their incantations, make you hate each other. Only I don’t think they
will as that would not suit them, and you see you are both of you
members of the Order of the Dawn, and therefore will be supported by
them in all things that you may desire.”
“I am glad to hear that,” interrupted Khian, when at length Ru paused
to take breath.
“Yes, yes, Lord, it is a very good thing to be one of the Order, or
even its servant as I am, because then everywhere you have a friend.
Therefore never be afraid, however desperate your case may be, even if
the hangman is putting his rope about your neck; for certainly Roy, or
another far away, will utter one of the spells, or speak a word of
power, and someone will appear to help you. That is why I am quite
sure that in the end you will marry my Queen if both of you continue
to want each other, and that all of us will escape from the jaws of
that roaring lion, your father the King Apepi, although he does think
that he has our heads in his mouth.”
“How will you all escape, Ru?”
“Why, Lord, by finding friends who are stronger than Apepi. There is
the King of Babylon, for instance, our Lady’s grandfather who can put
two spearmen in the field for every one of Apepi’s, to say nothing of
a multitude of chariots drawn by horses, which Apepi has not got. The
Order has plenty of brothers at the Court of the King of Babylon; some
of them were here on the night of the Crowning, and I know that
messages have been going to them almost every day. Never mind how they
went--that’s a secret. I should not wonder if we went, too, before
long, and then perhaps I may see some more fighting before I grow too
old and fat to use my axe. As you are affianced to our Queen, I do not
mind talking of these things to you.”
“No, of course you don’t,” answered Khian.
“Talking of messages reminds me of messengers,” went on Ru, “or rather
of one messenger. I mean that fellow who came from Apepi this morning
and slipped away afterwards, which he would never have done had I been
guarding him instead of those silly priests.”
“What of him?” asked Khian.
“Oh! only that he was a queer sort of fellow, and more, I think, than
he seemed to be. Did you see his eye, Lord? It was like that of a
hawk, very proud, too, such an eye as a great noble might have, and
when he heard the Queen’s answer, it grew full of rage and all his
body shook beneath those shawls. More--there were other strange
things. Thus, when he came to the hall he limped as though he were
very lame, but some people who were working in the fields told me that
they saw him running down to the Nile like a hunted jackal.
“Now how can a lame man run like a jackal? Also I hear that when he
came to the boat which was waiting for him, those who were in the boat
or watching on the shore, prostrated themselves as though he were some
Great One, but he leapt aboard and cursed them, calling them
slaves--as a Great One does. That is why I think he was more than he
seemed to be, just like yourself, Lord, who were announced as the
Scribe Rasa and yet are really the Prince Khian. But here we are at
the palm grove where more than a month ago I stole your baggage while
you were asleep, as the Queen, who was only a princess then, put it
into my head to do, for from childhood she has loved such jests. And
look, there is your ship, the same that brought you hither, and there
are the priests with your packages.”
“Yes, Ru, there they all are who I wish were somewhere else. And now
here is a present for you, Ru, a chain of fine gold that I have worn
myself. Keep it in memory of me and hang it about your neck when you
attend upon the Queen, that it may make her think of one who is
absent.”
“I thank you, Lord, though it seems that you seek to kill two birds
with this stone of a gift, which I may show but may not sell. Well,
lovers will think of themselves first, and I hope that one day if we
should stand together in war---- Why, look! Here comes the Lady
Kemmah, walking faster than I have seen her do for years. I think she
must have some words for you.”
As he spoke Kemmah arrived.
“So I have caught you, Prince,” she said, puffing. “A pretty task for
an old woman to toil across that sand in the heat like a cow after a
lost calf, just to please a maiden’s fancy.”
“What is it, Kemmah?” asked Khian anxiously.
“Oh! little enough. To give you this which a certain one might as well
have done herself, had she thought of it, and to pray you to wear it
always for her sake, remembering that thereby she acknowledges you as
her king as well as her lover, which of course she has no right to do,
any more than she has a right to send you what she does. I told her so
but she flew into a rage and said that if I would not take it, she
would bring it herself as she could trust it to no one else. A pretty
sight indeed that a Queen should be seen tearing across the desert
after a departing scribe, for so the common people still believe you
to be. Therefore come I must or bear her wrath.”
“I understand, Lady Kemmah, but what do you bring? You have given me
nothing save words.”
“Have I not? Well, here it is,” and she produced from her robe some
small object wrapped in papyrus on which was written, “The gift of a
Queen to her King and Lover.”
Khian undid the papyrus. There within lay the royal signet of Nefra,
the same which he had seen set upon her hand on the night of
Coronation.
“This is the Queen’s ring,” said Khian, astonished.
“Aye, Prince, and the King her father’s ring before her, that which
was taken from his finger by the embalmers after the battle, and his
father’s before him, and so on back and back for ages. Look, on it is
cut the name of Khafra whose tomb I think you saw the other night,
though if he ever wore it I cannot tell. At least it has descended
through countless generations from Pharaoh to Pharaoh, and now it
seems must pass as a love gift to one who is not Pharaoh but yet is
charged to wear it as though he were.”
“As perchance he may be yet, by right of another, Lady Kemmah, though
the matter does not trouble him overmuch,” answered Khian, smiling.
Then he took the ancient hallowed thing and, having touched it with
his lips, set it on a finger of his right hand that it fitted well,
removing thence, to make place for it, another ring on which was
engraved a crowned and lion-headed sphinx, the symbol of his house.
“A gift for a gift,” he said. “Take this to the Lady Nefra and bid her
wear it in token that all I have is hers, as I will wear that she
sends to me. Say to her also that on the day when we are wed each
shall return to the other that ring which belonged to each and with it
all of which it is the symbol.”
So Kemmah took the ring and as she hid it away there came that Captain
of the Guard who had accompanied him from Tanis.
“Welcome, my Lord Rasa, who I rejoice to see have not fallen a victim
to the Spirit of the Pyramids of which we talked when we parted here
some five and thirty days ago, or was it more? for time passes quickly
in yonder gay city of Memphis. You seem to have found strange company
in this holy haunted land,” and he glanced with awe at the ebon form
of the giant Ru who stood by leaning on his great axe, and at the
white-veiled, stately Lady Kemmah who stood near him. “You look thin
and changed, too, as though you had been keeping company with ghosts.
Well, the steersman says that if you are ready, my Lord Rasa, he
desires to sail before the wind changes, or because the sailors are
afraid of this place, or for both reasons. So if it pleases you,
come.”
“I am ready,” answered Khian, and while Kemmah bowed to him and Ru
saluted him with the axe in farewell, he turned and went to the river
bank where the sailors bore him through the shallow water to the ship.
Presently he was far out upon the Nile, watching the palm-grove, where
first he had met Nefra, fade in the gathering gloom. Still there he
sat upon the deck till the great moon rose shining upon the pyramids,
and thinking of all the wondrous things that had befallen him in their
shadow, until these at last grew dim and vanished, leaving him
wondering, like one who awakens from a dream.