In the beginning Ra cursed Nut, and his curse was that none of her
children should be born on any day of any year. And Nut cried to
Thoth who loved her, Thoth, the twice great, god of magic and
learning and wisdom, he whom the Greeks called Hermes Trismegistos.
Though the curse of the great God Ra once uttered could never be
recalled, Thoth by his wisdom opened a way of escape. He went to the
Moon-god, whose brightness was almost equal to that of the Sun
itself, and challenged him to a game of dice. Great were the stakes
on either side, but the Moon's were the greatest, for he wagered his
own light. Game after game they played and always the luck was with
Thoth, till the Moon would play no more. Then Thoth, the twice
great, gathered up the light he had won, and by his power and might
he formed it into five days. And since that time the Moon has not
had light enough to shine throughout the month; but dwindles away
into darkness, and then comes slowly to his full glory; for the light
of five whole days was taken from him. And these five days Thoth
placed between the end of the old year and the beginning of the new
year, keeping them distinct from both; and on these five days the
five children of Nut were born; Osiris on the first day, Horus on the
second, Set on the third, Isis on the fourth, and Nephthys on the
fifth. Thus the curse of Ra was both fulfilled and made of no
effect, for the days on which the children of Nut were born belonged
to no year.
When Osiris was born, wonders and marvels, prodigies and signs, were
heard and seen throughout the world, for a voice cried over the whole
earth, "The Lord of all comes forth to the light." And a woman
drawing water from the holy place of the temple was filled with the
divine afflatus and rushed forth crying, "Osiris the King is born."
Now Egypt was a barbarous country where men fought together and ate
human flesh; naught did they know of the gods, lawless were they and
savage. But Osiris became the King of Egypt, and he showed his
people how to till the land and to plant corn and the vine, and he
taught them the honour due to the Gods, and made laws, and abolished
their barbarous and savage customs. Wherever he went, the people
bowed at his feet, for they loved the very ground he trod on; and
whatever he commanded, that they did. Thus did Osiris rule over the
Egyptians till, with music playing and banners flying, he passed out
of Egypt to bring all nations beneath his gracious sway.
But Set hated his brother Osiris, and he gathered to himself
seventy-two conspirators, and with them was Aso, queen of Ethiopia.
And they made a plan that when Osiris returned they should kill him
and place Set on the throne; but they hid their plans, and with
smiling faces went out to meet Osiris when he re-entered Egypt in
triumph.
In secret they met again and again, in secret also they prepared a
coffer made of costly wood painted and decorated with rich designs
and glowing colours, an interweaving of tints and a wealth of cunning
workmanship, so that all who saw it longed to have it for their own.
Set, that Wicked One, had in secret measured the body of Osiris, and
the coffer was made to fit the body of the King, for this was part of
the plan.
When all was ready, Set bade his brother and the seventy-two
conspirators to a feast in his great banqueting-hall. When the feast
was over, they sang the chant of Maneros, as was the custom, and
slaves carried round cups of wine and threw garlands of flowers round
the necks of the guests, and poured perfume upon them, till the hall
was filled with sweet odours. And while their hearts were glad,
slaves entered bearing the coffer, and all the guests cried out at
the sight of its beauty.
Then Set stood up in his place and said, "He who lies down in this
coffer and whom it fits, to that man I will give it." His words were
sweet as honey, but in his heart was the bitterness of evil.
One after one, the conspirators lay down in the coffer with jests and
laughter; for one it was too long, and for another it was too short,
and for a third it was too wide, and for a fourth too narrow. Then
came Osiris to take his turn, and he, all unsuspecting, lay down in
it. At once the conspirators seized the lid and clapped it on; some
nailed it firmly in its place, while others poured molten lead into
all the openings lest he should breathe and live. Thus died the
great Osiris, he who is called Unnefer the Triumphant, and by his
death he entered into the Duat, and became King of the Dead and Ruler
of those who are in the West.
The conspirators lifted the chest, which was now a coffin, and
carried it to the river-bank. They flung it far into the water, and
Hapi the Nile-god caught it and carried it upon his stream to the
sea; the Great Green Waters received it and the waves bore it to
Byblos and lifted it into a tamarisk-tree that grew by the shore.
Then the tree shot forth great branches and put out leaves and
flowers to make a fit resting-place for the God, and the fame of its
beauty went throughout the land.
In Byblos ruled King Malkander and his wife, Queen Athenais. They
came to the sea-shore to gaze upon the tree, for naught could be seen
but leaves and blossoms which hid the coffin from all eyes. Then
King Malkander gave command and the tree was cut down and carried to
the royal palace to make a pillar therein, for it was worthy to be
used in a king's house. All men wondered at its beauty, though none
knew that it held the body of a God.
Now Isis feared Set exceedingly. His smooth words did not deceive
her, and she knew of his enmity to Osiris, but the great King would
not believe in his brother's wickedness. When the soul of Osiris
passed from his body, at once Isis was aware that he was dead, though
no man told her. She took her little son, whom men call Harpocrates
or Horus the Child, and fled with him to the marshes of the Delta,
and hid him in the city of Pé. Ancient and gray was this city of Pé
and it stood on an island; there dwelt the goddess Uazet, whom men
call also Buto and Latona, for she is worshipped under many names.
Uazet took the child and sheltered him, and Isis by her divine power
loosed the island from its moorings, and it floated on the surface of
the Great Green Waters, so that no man could tell where to find it.
For she feared the power of Set lest he should destroy the child as
he had destroyed the father.
As the souls of men cannot rest until the funeral rites are performed
and the funeral sacrifices offered, she journeyed, solitary and
alone, to seek the body of her husband, and bury it as became his
greatness. Many people did she meet, both men and women, but none
had seen the chest, and in this matter her power was of no avail.
Then she thought to ask the children, and at once they told her of a
painted coffer floating on the Nile. And to this day children have
prophetic power and can declare the will of the Gods and the things
that are yet for to come.
Thus, asking always of the children, Isis came to Byblos. She sat by
the Great Green Waters, and the maidens of Queen Athenais came to
bathe and disport themselves in the waves. Then Isis spoke to them
and braided their hair and adjusted their jewels; the breath of the
Goddess was sweeter than the odours of the Land of Punt, and it
perfumed the hair and the jewels and the garments of the maidens.
When they returned to the palace, Queen Athenais asked them whence
they had obtained the perfume, and they answered, "A woman, strange
and sad, sat by the sea-shore when we went to bathe, and she braided
our hair and adjusted our jewels, and from her came the perfume,
though we know not how." Queen Athenais went to the shore to see the
strange woman and conversed with her, and they spoke together as
mothers speak, for each had a little son; the son of Isis was far
away and the son of Athenais was sick unto death.
Then rose up Isis, the Mighty in Magic, the skilful Healer, and said,
"Bring me to your son!" Together the Goddess and the Queen returned
to the palace, and Isis took little Diktys in her arms and said, "I
can make him strong and well, but in my own way will I do it, and
none must interfere."
Every day Queen Athenais marvelled at her son. From a little puling
babe he became a strong and healthy child, but Isis spoke no word and
none knew what she did. Athenais questioned her maidens, and they
answered, "We know not what she does, but this we know, that she
feeds him not, and at night she bars the doors of the hall of the
pillar, and piles the fire high with logs, and when we listen, naught
can we hear but the twittering of a swallow."
Athenais was filled with curiosity and hid herself at night in the
great hall, and watched how Isis barred the doors and piled the logs
upon the fire till the flames rose high and scorching. Then, sitting
before the fire, she made a space between the blazing logs, a space
that glowed red and crimson, and in that space she laid the child,
and turning herself into the form of a swallow, she circled round the
pillar, mourning and lamenting, and the lamentation was like the
twittering of a swallow. Queen Athenais shrieked and snatched the
child from the fire, and turned to flee. But before her stood Isis
the Goddess, tall and terrible.
"O foolish mother!" said Isis. "Why didst thou seize the child? But
a few days longer and all that is mortal in him would have been burnt
away, and as the Gods would he have been, immortal and for ever
young."
A great awe fell upon the Queen, for she knew that she looked upon
one of the Gods. In humblest wise she and King Malkander prayed the
Goddess to accept a gift. All the riches of Byblos were spread
before her, but to her they were as naught.
"Give me," she said, "what this pillar holds and I shall be content."
At once the workmen were summoned, and they took down the pillar, and
split it open, and lifted out the coffin. And Isis took sweet spices
and scented blossoms; these she strewed upon the pillar, then wrapped
it in fine linen and gave it to the King and Queen. And all the
people of Byblos worship it to this day, because once it held the
body of a god.
But Isis took the coffin on a boat and sailed away from Byblos, and
when the waves of the river Phaedrus, lashed by the wind, threatened
to sweep the coffin away, she dried up the water by her magical
spells. Then, in a solitary place, she opened the coffin, and,
gazing upon the face of the dead God, she mourned and lamented.
Now some say that when Isis left Byblos she took Diktys with her, and
that he fell out of the boat and was drowned. Others say that the
sound of her lamentation was so terrible in its grief that his heart
broke and he died. But I think that he remained in Byblos; and
because he had lain in the arms of the Divine Mother, and had passed
through the purifying fire, he grew up to be a great and noble King,
ruling his people wisely.
Then Isis hid the coffin and set out for the city of Pé, where it
stood on the floating island and where her little son Harpocrates was
safe under the care of Uazet, the Goddess of the North Country. And
while she was away, Set came hunting wild boars with his dogs. He
hunted by moonlight, for he loved the night, when all evil red things
are abroad; and the air was filled with the whoop and halloa of the
huntsman and the cries of the dogs as they rushed after their quarry.
And as he dashed past, Set saw the painted chest, the colours
glinting and gleaming in the moonlight.
At that sight, hatred and anger came upon him like a red cloud, and
he raged like a panther of the South. He dragged the coffin from the
place where it was hidden and forced it open; he seized the body and
tore it into fourteen pieces, and by his mighty and divine strength
he scattered the pieces throughout the land of Egypt. And he laughed
and said, "It is not possible to destroy the body of a God, but I
have done what is impossible, I have destroyed Osiris." And his
laughter echoed across the world, and those who heard it fled
trembling.
When Isis returned, she found naught but the broken coffin, and knew
that Set had done this thing. All her search was now to begin again.
She took a little shallop made of papyrus-reeds lashed together, and
sailed through the marshes to look for the pieces of Osiris' body,
and all the birds and beasts went with her to help her; and to this
day the crocodiles will not touch a boat of papyrus-reeds, for they
think it is the weary Goddess still pursuing her search.
A mighty and a cunning enemy was hers, and by wisdom only could he be
overcome; therefore, wheresoever she found a fragment of the divine
body, she built a beautiful shrine and performed the funeral rites as
though she had buried it there. But in truth she took the fragments
with her; and when, after long wanderings, she had found all, by the
mighty power of her magic she united them again as one body. For
when Horus the Child should be grown to manhood, then he should fight
with Set and avenge his father; and after he had obtained the victory
Osiris should live again.
But until that day Osiris lives in the Duat, where he rules the Dead
wisely and nobly as he ruled the living when on earth. For though
Horus fights with Set and the battles rage furiously, yet the
decisive victory is not yet accomplished, and Osiris has never
returned to earth again.