CHAPTER VI.

THE DOOM OF THE BOAT

The guards led me to my chariot and thrust me into it, and with me Bes.

I asked them if they would murder him also, to which the eunuch,

Houman, answered No, since he had committed no crime, but that he must

go with me to be weighed. Then soldiers took the horses by the bridles

and led them, while others, having first snatched away my bow and all

our other weapons, surrounded the chariot lest we should escape. So Bes

and I were able to talk together in a Libyan tongue that none of them

understood, even if they heard our words.

“Your life is spared,” I said to him, “that the King may take you as a

slave.”

“Then he will take an ill slave, Master, since I swear by the

Grasshopper that within a moon I will find means to kill him, and

afterwards come to join you in a land where men hunt fair.”

I smiled and Bes went on,

“Now I wish I had time to teach you that trick of swallowing your own

tongue, since perhaps you will need it in this boat of which they

talk.”

“Did you not say to me an hour or two ago, Bes, that we are fools to

stretch out our hands to Death until he stretches out his to us? I will

not die until I must—now.”

“Why ‘now,’ Master, seeing that only this afternoon you bade me kill

you rather than let you be thrown to the wild beasts?” he asked peering

at me curiously.

“Do you remember the old hermit, the holy Tanofir, who dwells in a cell

over the sepulchre of the Apis bulls in the burial ground of the desert

near to Memphis, Bes?”

“The magician and prophet who is the brother of your grandfather,

Master, and the son of a king; he who brought you up before he became a

hermit? Yes, I know him well, though I have seldom been very near to

him because his eyes frighten me, as they frightened Cambyses the

Persian when Tanofir cursed him and foretold his doom after he had

stabbed the holy Apis, saying that by a wound from that same sword in

his own body he should die himself, which thing came to pass. As they

have frightened many another man also.”

“Well, Bes, when yonder king told me that I must die, fear filled me

who did not wish to die thus, and after the fear came a blackness in my

mind. Then of a sudden in that blackness I saw a picture of Tanofir, my

great uncle, seated in a sepulchre looking towards the East. Moreover I

heard him speak, and to me, saying, ‘Shabaka, my foster-son, fear

nothing. You are in great danger but it will pass. Speak to the great

King all that rises in your heart, for the gods of Vengeance make use

of your tongue and whatever you prophesy to him shall be fulfilled.’ So

I spoke the words you heard and I feared nothing.”

“Is it so, Master? Then I think that the holy Tanofir must have entered

my heart also. Know that I was minded to leap upon that king and break

his neck, so that all three of us might end together. But of a sudden

something seemed to tell me to leave him alone and let things go as

they are fated. But how can the holy Tanofir who grows blind with age,

see so far?”

“I do not know, Bes, save that he is not as are other men, for in him

is gathered all the ancient wisdom of Egypt. Moreover he lives with the

gods while still upon earth, and like the gods can send his _Ka_, as we

Egyptians call the spirit, or invisible self which companions all from

the cradle to the grave and afterwards, whither he will. So doubtless

to-day he sent it hither to me whom he loves more than anything on

earth. Also I remember that before I entered on this journey he told me

that I should return safe and sound. Therefore, Bes, I say I fear

nothing.”

“Nor do I, Master. Yet if you see me do strange things, or hear me

speak strange words, take no note of them, since I shall be but playing

a part as I think wisest.”

After this we talked of that day’s adventure with the lions, and of

others that we had shared together, laughing merrily all the while,

till the soldiers stared at us as though we were mad. Also the fat

eunuch, Houman, who was mounted on an ass, rode up and said,

“What, Egyptian who dared to twist the beard of the Great King, you

laugh, do you? Well, you will sing a different song in the boat to that

which you sing in the chariot. Think of my words on the eighth day from

this.”

“I will think of them, Eunuch,” I answered, looking at him fiercely in

the eyes, “but who knows what kind of a song you will be singing before

the eighth day from this?”

“What I do is done under the authority of the ancient and holy Seal of

Seals,” he answered in a quavering voice, touching the little cylinder

of white shell which I had noted upon the person of the King, but that

now hung from a gold chain about the eunuch’s neck.

Then he made the sign which Easterns use to avert evil and rode off

again, looking very frightened.

So we came to the royal city and went up to a wonderful palace. Here we

were taken from the chariot and led into a room where food and drink in

plenty were given to me as though I were an honoured guest, which

caused me to wonder. Bes also, seated on the ground at a distance, ate

and drank, for his own reasons filling himself to the throat as though

he were a wineskin, until the serving slaves mocked at him for a

glutton.

When we had finished eating, slaves appeared bearing a wooden framework

from which hung a great pair of scales. Also there appeared officers of

the King’s Treasury, carrying leather bags which they opened, breaking

the seals to show that the contents were pure gold coin. They set a

number of these bags on one of the scales, and then ordered Bes to seat

himself in the other. So much heavier did he prove than they expected

him to be, that they were obliged to send back to the Treasury to fetch

more bags of gold, for although Bes was so short in height, his weight

was that of a large man. One of the treasurers grumbled, saying he

should have been weighed before he had eaten and drunk. But the officer

to whom he spoke grinned and answered that it mattered little, since

the King was heir to criminals and that these bags would soon return to

the Treasury, only they would need washing first, a remark that made me

wonder.

At length, when the scales were even, the six hunters whose lives I had

won and who had been given to me as slaves, were brought in and ordered

to shoulder the bags of gold. I too was seized and my hands were bound

behind me. Then I was led out in charge of the eunuch Houman, who

informed me with a leer that it would be his duty to attend to my

comfort till the end. With him were four black men all dressed in the

same way. These, he said, were the executioners. Lastly came Bes

watched by three of the king’s guards armed with spears, lest he should

attempt to rescue me or to do anyone a mischief.

Now my heart began to sink and I asked Houman what was to happen to me.

“This, O Egyptian slayer of lions. You will be laid upon a bed in a

little boat upon the river and another boat will be placed over you,

for these boats are called the Twins, Egyptian, in such a fashion that

your head and your hands will project at one end and your feet at the

other. There you will be left, comfortable as a baby in its cradle, and

twice every day the best of food and drink will be brought to you.

Should your appetite fail, moreover, it will be my duty to revive it by

pricking your eyes with the point of a knife until it returns. Also

after each meal I shall wash your face, your hands and your feet with

milk and honey, lest the flies that buzz about them should suffer

hunger, and to preserve your skin from burning by the sun. Thus slowly

you will grow weaker and at length fall asleep. The last one who went

into the boat—he, unlucky man, had by accident wandered into the court

of the House of Women and seen some of the ladies there unveiled—only

lived for twelve days, but you, being so strong, may hope to last for

eighteen. Is there anything more that I can tell you? If so, ask it

quickly for we draw near to the river.”

Now when I heard this and understood all the horror of my fate, I

forgot the vision of my great uncle, the holy Tanofir, and his

comfortable prophecies, and my heart failed me altogether, so that I

stood stock still.

“What, Lion-hunter and Bearder of kings, do you think it is too early

to go to bed?” mocked this devilish eunuch. “On with you!” and he began

to beat me about the face with the handle of his fly-whisk.

Then my manhood came back to me.

“When did the King tell you to touch me, you fatted swine?” I roared,

and turning, since I could not reach him with my bound hands, kicked

him in the body with all my strength, so that he fell down, writhing

and screaming with agony. Indeed, had not the executioners leapt upon

me, I would have trampled the life out of him where he lay. But they

held me fast and presently, after he had been sick, Houman recovered

enough to come forward leaning on the shoulders of two guards. Only now

he mocked me no more.

We reached a quay just as the sun was setting. There in charge of a

one-eyed black slave, a little square-ended boat floated at the river’s

edge, while on the quay itself lay a similar but somewhat shorter boat,

bottom uppermost. Now the hunters whom I had won in the wager, with

many glances of compassion, for they were brave men and knew that it

was I who had saved their lives, placed the bags of gold in the bottom

of the floating boat, and on the top of these a mattress stuffed with

straw. Then the girdle of rose-hued pearls was made fast about my

middle, my hands were untied, I was seized by the executioners and laid

on my back on the mattress, and my wrists and ankles were fixed by

cords to iron rings that were screwed to the thwarts of the boat. After

this the other, shorter boat was laid over me in such a manner that it

did not touch me, leaving my head, my hands and my feet exposed as the

eunuch had said.

While this wicked work was going forward Bes sat on the quay, watching,

till presently, after I had been made fast and covered up, he burst

into shouts of laughter, clapped his hands and began to dance about as

though with joy, till the eunuch, who had now recovered somewhat from

my kick, grew curious and asked him why he behaved thus.

“O noble Eunuch,” he answered, “once I was free and that man made me a

slave, so that for many years I have been obliged to toil for him whom

I hate. Moreover, often he has beaten me and starved me, which was why

you saw me eat so much not long ago, and threatened to kill me, and now

at last I have my revenge upon him who is about to die miserably. That

is why I laugh and sing and dance and clap my hands, O most noble

Eunuch, I who shall become the follower and servant of the glorious

King of all the earth, and perhaps your friend, too, O Eunuch of

eunuchs, whose sacred person my brutal master dared to kick.”

“I understand,” said Houman smiling, though with a twisted face, “and

will make report of all you say to the King, and ask him to grant that

you shall sometimes prick this Egyptian in the eye. Now go spit in his

face and tell him what you think of him.”

So Bes waded into the water which was quite shallow here, and spat into

my face, or pretended to, while amid a torrent of vile language, he

interpolated certain words in the Libyan tongue, which meant,

“O my most beloved father, mother, and other relatives, have no fear.

Though things look very black, remember the vision of the holy Tanofir,

who doubtless allows these things to happen to you to try your faith by

direct order of the gods. Be sure that I will not leave you to perish,

or if there should be no escape, that I will find a way to put you out

of your misery and to avenge you. Yes, yes, I will yet see that

accursed swine, Houman, take your place in this boat. Now I go to the

Court to which it seems that this gold chain gives me a right of entry,

or so the eunuch says, but soon I will be back again.”

Then followed another stream of most horrible abuse and more spitting,

after which he waded back to land and embraced Houman, calling him his

best friend.

They went, leaving me alone in the boat save for the guard upon the

quay who, now that darkness had come, soon grew silent. It was lonely,

very lonely, lying there staring at the empty sky with only the

stinging gnats for company, and soon my limbs began to ache. I thought

of the poor wretches who had suffered in this same boat and wondered if

their lot would be my lot.

Bes was faithful and clever, but what could a single dwarf do among all

these black-hearted fiends? And if he could do nothing, oh! if he could

do nothing!

The seconds seemed minutes, the minutes seemed hours, and the hours

seemed years. What then would the days be, passed in torture and agony

while waiting for a filthy death? Where now were the gods I had

worshipped and—was there any god? Or was man but a self-deceiver who

created gods instead of the gods creating him, because he did not love

to think of an eternal blackness in which he would soon be swallowed up

and lost? Well, at least that would mean sleep, and sleep is better

than torment of mind or body.

It came to me, I think, who was so weary. At any rate I opened my eyes

to see that the low moon had vanished and that some of the stars which

I knew as a hunter who had often steered his way by them, had moved a

little. While I was wondering idly why they moved, I heard the tramp of

soldiers on the quay and the voice of an officer giving a command. Then

I felt the boat being drawn in by the cord with which it was attached

to the quay. Next the other boat that lay over me was lifted off, the

ropes that bound me were undone and I was set upon my feet, for already

I was so stiff that I could scarcely stand. A voice which I recognised

as that of the eunuch Houman, addressed me in respectful tones, which

made me think I must be dreaming.

“Noble Shabaka,” said the voice, “the Great King commands your presence

at his feast.”

“Is it so?” I answered in my dream. “Then my absence from their feast

will vex the gnats of the river,” a saying at which Houman and others

with him laughed obsequiously.

Next I heard the bags of gold being removed from the boat, after which

we walked away, guards supporting me by either elbow until I found my

strength again, and Houman following just behind, perhaps because he

feared my foot if he went in front.

“What has chanced, Eunuch,” I asked presently, “that I am disturbed

from the bed where I was sleeping so well?”

“I do not know, Lord,” he answered. “I only know that the King of kings

has suddenly commanded that you should be brought before him as a guest

clothed in a robe of honour, even if to do so, you must be awakened

from your rest, yes, to his own royal table, for he holds a feast this

night. Lord,” he went on in a whining voice, “if perchance fortune

should have changed her face to you, I pray you bear no malice to those

who, when she frowned, were forced, yes, under the private Seal of

Seals, against their will to carry out the commands of the King. Be

just, O Lord Shabaka.”

“Say no more. I will try to be just,” I answered. “But what is justice

in the East? I only know of it in Egypt.”

Now we reached one of the doors of the palace and I was taken to a

chamber where slaves who were waiting, washed and anointed me with

scents, after which they clad me in a beautiful robe of silk, setting

the girdle of rose-hued pearls about me.

When they had finished, preceded by Houman I was led to a great

pillared hall closed in with silk hangings, where many feasted. Through

them I went to a dais at the head of the hall where between half-drawn

curtains surrounded by cup-bearers and other officers, the King sat in

all his glory upon a cushioned golden throne. He had a glittering

wine-cup in his hand and at a glance I saw that he was drunk, as it is

the fashion for these Easterns to be at their great feasts, for he

looked happy and human which he did not do when he was sober. Or

perchance, as sometimes I thought afterwards, he only pretended to be

drunk. Also I saw something else, namely, Bes, wondrously attired with

the gold chain about his neck and wearing a red headdress. He was

seated on the carpet before the throne, and saying things that made the

King laugh and even caused the grave officers behind to smile.

I came to the dais and at a little sign from Bes who yet did not seem

to see me, such a sign as he often made when he caught sight of game

before I did, I prostrated myself. The King looked at me, then asked,

“Who is this?” adding, “Oh, I remember, the Egyptian whose arrows do

not miss, the wonderful hunter whom Idernes sent to me from Memphis,

which I hope to visit ere long. We quarrelled, did we not, Egyptian,

something about a lion?”

“Not so, King,” I answered. “The King was angry and with justice,

because I could not kill a lion before it frightened his horses.”

This I said because my hours in the boat had made me humble, also

because the words came to my lips.

“Yes, yes, something like that, or at least you lie well. Whatever it

may have been, it is done with now, a mere hunters’ difference,” and

taking from his side his long sceptre that was headed with the great

emerald, he stretched it out for me to touch in token of pardon.

Then I knew that I was safe for he to whom the King has extended his

sceptre is forgiven all crimes, yes, even if he had attempted the royal

life. The Court knew it also, for every man who saw bowed towards me,

yes, even the officers behind the King. One of the cup-bearers too

brought me a goblet of the King’s own wine, which I drank thankfully,

calling down health on the King.

“That was a wonderful shot of yours, Egyptian,” he said, “when you sent

an arrow through the lioness that dared to attack my Majesty. Yes, the

King owes his life to you and he is grateful as you shall learn. This

slave of yours,” and he pointed to Bes in his gaudy attire, “has

brought the whole matter to my mind whence it had fallen, and,

Shabaka,” here he hiccupped, “you may have noted how differently things

look to the naked eye and when seen through a wine goblet. He has told

me a wonderful story—what was the story, Dwarf?”

“May it please the great King,” answered Bes, rolling his big eyes,

“only a little tale of another king of my own country whom I used to

think great until I came to the East and learned what kings could be.

That king had a servant with whom he used to hunt, indeed he was my own

father. One day they were out together seeking a certain elephant whose

tusks were bigger than those of any other. Then the elephant charged

the king and my father, at the risk of his life, killed it and claimed

the tusks, as is the custom among the Ethiopians. But the king who

greatly desired those tusks, caused my father to be poisoned that he

might take them as his heir. Only before he died, my father, who could

talk the elephant language, told all the other elephants of this

wickedness, at which they were very angry, because they knew well that

from the beginning of time their tusks have belonged to him who killed

them, and the elephants are a people who do not like ancient laws to be

altered. So the elephants made a league together and when the king next

went out hunting, taking heed of nothing else they rushed at the king

and tore him into pieces no bigger than a finger, and then killed the

prince his son, who was behind him. That is the tale of the elephants

who love Law, O King.”

“Yes, yes,” said his Majesty, waking up from a little doze, “but what

became of the great tusks? I should like to have them.”

“I inherited them as my father’s son, O King, and gave them to my

master, who doubtless will send them to you when he gets back to

Egypt.”

“A strange tale,” said the King. “A very strange tale which seems to

remind me of something that happened not long ago. What was it? Well,

it does not matter. Egyptian, do you seek any reward for that shot of

yours at the lioness? If so, it shall be given to you. Have you a

grudge against anyone, for instance?”

“O King,” I answered, “I do seek justice against a certain man. This

evening I was led to the bank of the river in charge of the eunuch

Houman, who desired to take me for a row in a boat. On the road, for no

offence he struck me on the head with the handle of his fly-whip. See,

here are the marks of it, O King. Unless the King commanded him to

strike me which I do not remember, I seek justice against this eunuch.”

Now the King grew very angry and cried,

“What! Did the dog dare to strike a freeborn noble Egyptian?”

Here Houman threw himself upon his face in terror and began to babble

out I know not what about the punishment of the boat, which was unlucky

for him, for it put the matter into the King’s mind.

“The boat!” he cried. “Ah! yes, the boat; being so fat you will fit it

well, Eunuch. To the boat with him, and before he enters it a hundred

blows upon the feet with the rods,” and he pointed at him with his

sceptre.

Then guards sprang upon Houman and dragged him away. As he went he

clutched at Bes, but hissing something into his ear, the dwarf bit him

through the hand till he let go. So Houman departed and the King’s

guests laughed at the sight, for he had worked mischief to many.

When he had gone the King stared at me and asked,

“But why did I disturb you from your sleep, Egyptian? Oh! I remember.

This dwarf says that he has seen the fairest woman in the whole world,

and the most learned, some lady of Egypt, but that he does not know her

name, that you alone know her name. I disturbed you that you might tell

it to me but if you have forgotten it, you can go back to your bed and

rest there till it returns to you. There are plenty of boats in the

river, Egyptian.”

“The fairest and most learned woman in the world?” I said astonished.

“Who can that be, unless he means the lady Amada?” and I paused,

wishing I had bitten out my tongue before I spoke, for I smelt a trap.

“Yes, Master,” said Bes in a clear voice. “That was the name, the lady

Amada.”

“Who is this lady Amada?” asked the King, seeming to grow suddenly

sober. “And what is she like?”

“I can tell you that, O King,” said Bes. “She is like a willow shaken

in the wind for slenderness and grace. She has eyes like those of a

buck at gaze; she has lips like rosebuds; she has hair black as the

night and soft as silk, the odour of which floats round her like that

of flowers. She has a voice that whispers like the evening wind, and

yet is rich as honey. Oh! she is beautiful as a goddess and when men

see her their hearts melt like wax in the sun and for a long while they

can look upon no other woman, not till the next day indeed if they meet

her in the evening,” and Bes smacked his thick lips and gazed upwards.

“By the holy Fire,” laughed the King, “I feel my heart melting already.

Say, Shabaka, what do you know of this Amada? Is she married or a

maiden?”

Now I answered because I must, for after all that boat was not far

away, nor did I dare to lie.

“She is married, O King of kings, to the goddess Isis whom she loves

alone.”

“A woman married to a woman, or rather to the Queen of women,” he

answered laughing, “well, that matters little.”

“Nay, O King, it matters much since she is under the protection of Isis

and inviolate.”

“That remains to be seen, Shabaka. I think that I would dare the wrath

of every false goddess in heaven to win such a prize. Learned also, you

say, Shabaka.”

“Aye, O King, full of learning to the finger tips, a prophetess also,

one in whom the divine fire burns like a lamp in a vase of alabaster,

one to whom visions come and who can read the future and the past.”

“Still better,” said the King. “One, then, who would be a fitting

consort for the King of kings, who wearies of fat, round-eyed,

sweetmeat-sucking fools whereof there are hundreds yonder,” and he

pointed towards the House of Women. “Who is this maid’s father?”

“He is dead but she is the niece of the Prince Peroa, and by birth the

Royal Lady of Egypt, O King.”

“Good, then she is well born also. Hearken, O Shabaka, to-morrow you

start back to Egypt, bearing letters from me to my vassal Peroa, and to

my Satrap Idernes, bidding Peroa to hand over this lady Amada to

Idernes and bidding Idernes to send her to the East with all honour and

without delay, that she may enter my household as one of my wives.”

Now I was filled with rage and horror, and about to refuse this mission

when Bes broke in swiftly,

“Will the King of kings be pleased to give command as to my master’s

safe and honourable escort to Egypt?”

“It is commanded with all things necessary for Shabaka the Egyptian and

the dwarf his servant, with the gold and gems and slaves he won from me

in a wager, and everything else that is his. Let it be recorded.”

Scribes sprang forward and wrote the King’s words down, while like one

in a dream I thought to myself that they could not now be altered. The

King watched them sleepily for a while, then seemed to wake up and grow

clear-minded again. At least he said to me,

“Fortune has shown you smiles and frowns to-day, Egyptian, and the

smiles last. Yet remember that she has teeth behind her lips wherewith

to tear out the throat of the faithless. Man, if you play me false or

fail in your mission, be sure that you shall die and in such a fashion

that will make you think of yonder boat as a pleasant bed, and with you

this woman Amada and her uncle Peroa, and all your kin and hers; yes,”

he added with a burst of shrewdness, “and even that abortion of a dwarf

to whom I have listened because he amused me, but who perhaps is more

cunning than he seems.”

“O King of kings,” I said, “I will not be false.” But I did not add to

whom I would be true.

“Good. Ere long I shall visit Egypt, as I have told you, and there I

shall pass judgment on you and others. Till then, farewell. Fear

nothing, for you have my safe-conduct. Begone, both of you, for you

weary me. But first drink and keep the cup, and in exchange, give me

that bow of yours which shoots so far and straight.”

“It is the King’s,” I answered as I pledged him in the golden, jewelled

cup which a butler had handed to me.

Then the curtain fell in front of the throne and chamberlains came

forward to lead me and Bes back to our lodging, one of whom took the

cup and bore it in front of us. Down the hall we went between the

feasting nobles who all bowed to one to whom the Great King had shown

favour, and so out of the palace through the quiet night back to the

house where I had dwelt while waiting audience of the King. Here the

chamberlains bade me farewell, giving the cup to Bes to carry, and

saying that on the morrow early my gold should be brought to me

together with all that was needed for my journey, also one who would

receive the bow I had promised to the King, which had already been

returned to my lodgings with everything that was ours. Then they bowed

and went.

We entered the house, climbing a stair to an upper chamber. Here Bes

barred the door and the shutters, making sure that none could see or

hear us.

Then he turned, threw his arms about me, kissed my hand and burst into

tears.

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