CHAPTER XXXIII

A couple of days later Rameses sent his favorite with a summons to

Kama. She appeared soon in a tightly closed litter.

Rameses received her in a separate chamber.

"I was," said he, "outside thy house one evening."

"Oh, Astaroth!" cried the priestess. "To what must I attribute this

high favor? And what hindered thee, worthy lord, from deigning to

summon thy slave?"

"Some beasts were there,--Assyrians, I suppose."

"Then thou didst take the trouble, worthiness, in the evening? Never

could I have dared to suppose that our ruler was under the open sky, a

few steps from me."

The prince blushed. How she would be astounded could she know that he

had passed ten evenings near her windows!

But perhaps she knew it, judging by her half-smiling lips and her eyes

cast down deceitfully.

"So, then, Kama," said the prince, "thou receivest Assyrians at thy

villa?"

"That man is a great magnate,--Sargon,--a relative of King Assar,"

answered Kama; "he has brought five talents to our goddess."

"And thou wilt repay him, Kama?" jeered the heir. "And since he is

such a bountiful magnate, the Phoenician gods will not send thee death

in punishment."

"What dost thou say, lord?" exclaimed Kama, clasping her hands. "Dost

thou not know that if an Asiatic found me in the desert he would not

lay hands on me, even were I myself to yield to him? They fear the

gods."

"Why, then, does he come to thee, this malodorous--no--this pious

Asiatic?"

"Because he wants to persuade me to go to the temple of Astaroth in

Babylon."

"And wilt thou go?"

"I will go if thou command me, lord," said Kama, concealing her face

with her veil.

The prince took her hands in silence. His lips quivered.

"Do not touch me, lord," whispered she, with emotion. "Thou art my

sovereign, my support, the support of all Phoenicians in this

country--but have compassion."

The viceroy let her go, and walked up and down through the chamber.

"The day is hot, is it not?" asked he. "There are countries where in

the month of Mechir white down falls from the sky, it is said; this

down in the fire turns to water, and makes the air cold. Oh, Kama, beg

thy gods to send me a little of that down,--though what do I say? If

they should cover Egypt with it, all that down might be turned into

water and not cool the heart in me."

"For thou art like the divine Amon; thou art the sun concealed in

human form," replied Kama. "Darkness flees from that place whither

thou turnest thy countenance, and under the gleam of thy glances

flowers blossom."

The prince turned again to her.

"But be compassionate," whispered she. "Moreover, thou art a kind god,

hence thou canst not be unjust to thy priestess."

The prince turned away again, and shook as if wishing to cast down a

burden. Kama looked from beneath her drooping lids at him, and smiled

slightly.

When silence had endured too long, she said,--

"Thou hast commanded to summon me, Sovereign. Here I am, to hear what

thy will is."

"Aha!" said the prince, recovering. "But tell me, O, priestess, aha!

who was that who resembled me so closely,--the man whom I saw that

night in the temple?"

Kama placed a finger on her lips.

"A sacred mystery," whispered she.

"One thing is a mystery, another is not permitted," replied Rameses.

"Let me know at least whether it was a man or a spirit?"

"A spirit."

"But still that spirit sang under thy window."

Kama laughed.

"I do not wish to violate the secrets of the temple."

"Thou hast promised that to Prince Hiram," put in the priestess.

"Well, well," interrupted the irritated viceroy; "for this cause I

shall not speak with Hiram or any other man about this miracle, only

with thee. Now, Kama, tell this spirit or man who is so like me to

leave Egypt at the earliest, and not to show himself to any one. For,

seest thou, in no state can there be two heirs to the throne."

All at once he tapped his forehead. Up to that instant he had spoken

so as to trouble Kama, but now an idea altogether serious came to him.

"I am curious," said he, looking sharply at Kama, "to know why thy

compatriots showed me my own living picture. Do they wish to forewarn

me that they have a man to supplant me? Indeed, their act is

astounding."

Kama fell at his feet.

"O lord!" whispered she, "thou who bearest on thy breast our highest

talisman, canst thou suppose that the Phoenicians would do aught to

injure thee? But only think--if danger threatened thee, or if thou

hadst the wish to mystify enemies, would not such a man be of service?

The Phoenician only wished to show thee this in the temple."

The prince meditated a moment, and shrugged his shoulders.

"So," thought he, "if I needed anyone's assistance! But do the

Phoenicians think that I need assistance? If I do they have chosen a

poor protector."

"Lord!" whispered Kama, "is it not known to thee that Rameses the

Great had, in addition to his own person, two others to show enemies?

Those two shadows of the pharaoh perished, but he survived."

"Well, enough of this," interrupted the prince. "But that the people

of Asia may know that I am gracious, I designate Kama five talents for

games, in honor of Astaroth, and a costly goblet for her temple. This

gift will be received to-day by thee."

He dismissed the priestess with a motion of his head.

After her departure a new wave of thought mastered him.

"Indeed, the Phoenicians are clever. If this, my living picture, is a

man, they can make of him a great present to me, and I shall perform

at times miracles such, perhaps, as have never been heard of in Egypt.

The pharaoh dwells in Memphis, and at the same time he shows himself

in Thebes or in Tanis. The pharaoh is marching on Babylon with an

army, the Assyrians assemble their main forces there, and

simultaneously the pharaoh, with another army, captures Nineveh,--I

judge that the Assyrians would be greatly astounded by an event of

that sort."

And again deep hatred was roused in him against the strong Asiatics;

again he saw his conquering chariot sweeping over a battlefield

covered with Assyrian corpses, and whole baskets of severed hands

stood before him.

For his soul war had become now as great a need as bread is for the

body. For not only could he enrich Egypt by it, fill the treasury, and

win glory to last through ages, but, besides, he might satisfy the

instinct hitherto unknown, but roused mightily at that moment, to

destroy Assyria.

Until he had seen those warriors with shaggy beards he had not thought

of them. That day they had met him and made the world seem so small

that one side must give way,--they or he.

What rôle had Hiram and Kama played in creating his present frame of

mind? Of this he had made no estimate. He felt only that he must have

war with Assyria, just as a bird of passage feels that in the month

Pachons it must go northward.

A passion for war seized the prince quickly. He spoke less, laughed

more rarely, sat in thoughtfulness at feasts, and also spent his time

oftener and oftener with the army and the aristocracy. Seeing the

favor which the heir showered on those who bore arms, the noble youth,

and even older men, began to join regiments. This attracted the

attention of the holy Mentezufis, who sent a letter to Herhor with the

following contents:--

"From the time that the Assyrians have arrived at Pi-Bast the heir is

feverish, and his court is inclined toward war very greatly. They

drink and play dice as before; but all have thrown aside robes and

wigs, and, disregarding the awful heat, go about in military caps and

mantles.

"I fear lest this armed readiness may offend the worthy Sargon."

To this Herhor replied immediately,--

"It is no harm that our effeminate nobles have taken a love for

military appearance during the visit of Sargon, for the Assyrians will

have a better opinion touching Egypt. Our most worthy viceroy,

enlightened by the gods, as is evident, has divined that just now it

is necessary to rattle our swords when we have with us the ambassadors

of such a military people. I am certain that this valiant bearing of

our youth will give Sargon something to think of, and will make him

more yielding in arguments."

For the first time since Egypt had become Egypt it happened that a

youthful prince had deceived the watchful priesthood. It is true that

the Phoenicians were behind him, and had stolen the secret of the

treaty with Assyria; of this the priests had not even a suspicion.

In fact, the very best mask which the heir had against suspicion was

his impetuosity of character. All remembered how easily in the past

year he had rushed from manoeuvres at Pi-Bailos to Sarah's quiet

country villa, and how from feasts he had grown impassioned, recently,

for administrative labor, and then devotion, to return to feasts

afterward.

So no one believed, with the exception of Tutmosis, that that

changeful youth had before him an object for which he would fight with

invincible decision.

Even this time there was no need to wait long for new proofs of the

prince's mobility of temper.

To Pi-Bast, in spite of the heat, came Sarah with all her court and

her infant. She was somewhat thin, her child a trifle ill, or wearied,

but both looked very charming.

The prince was enchanted. He assigned a house to Sarah in the choicest

part of the palace garden, and sat whole days, almost, at his son's

cradle.

Feasts, manoeuvres, and gloomy meditations were forgotten; the lords

of his suite had to drink and amuse themselves without him. Very soon

they ungirded their swords and arrayed themselves in their most

exquisite garments. The change was the more indispensable as Rameses

brought some of them to Sarah's dwelling and showed his son to them.

"See, Tutmosis," said he once to his favorite, "what a pretty child: a

real rose leaf! Well, and out of this little thing a man will grow

gradually. And this rosy chick will walk about some day, talk, even

learn wisdom in the schools of the priesthood."

"Look at his little hands, Tutmosis," said Rameses, delighted.

"Remember these little hands, so as to tell of them some day when I

give him a regiment, and command him to have my mace borne behind him.

And this is my son, my own son."

It is not to be wondered at that when their lord spoke thus his

attendants were sorry that they could not become dry or wet nurses to

the child which, though it had no dynastic rights, was still the first

son of the future pharaoh.

But this idyll ended very soon, since it did not harmonize with the

interests of the Phoenicians.

A certain day the worthy Hiram arrived at the palace with a great

suite of merchants, slaves, and also poor Egyptians to whom he gave

alms, and when he stood before the heir, he said,--

"Our gracious lord! to prove that thy heart is full of kindness toward

us Asiatics also, thou hast given five talents to arrange games in

honor of the goddess Astaroth. Thy will is accomplished; we have

arranged the games, now we have come to implore thee to deign to honor

the games with thy presence."

While saying this, the gray-haired Tyrian prince knelt before Rameses

and gave him a golden key to his box in the amphitheatre.

Rameses accepted the invitation willingly; the holy priests Mefres and

Mentezufis had no objection to the presence of the prince in honoring

the goddess Astaroth.

"First of all, Astaroth," said the worthy Mefres to Mentezufis, "is

the same as our Isis and the Chaldean Istar; second, if we permit

Asiatics to build temples in our land it is proper to be kindly to

their gods at seasons."

"We are obliged even to show some politeness to Phoenicians after the

conclusion of such a treaty with Assyria," put in the worthy

Mentezufis, smiling.

The amphitheatre, to which the viceroy, the nomarch, and the foremost

officers betook themselves about four in the afternoon was built in

the garden of the temple. It was a circular space surrounded by a

palisade twice the height of a man. Inside the palisade, and round

about, was a multitude of boxes and seats rising one above the other.

The structure had no roof, but above the boxes extended cloth of

various colors, cut like wings of butterflies, which, sprinkled with

fragrant water, were moved to cool the atmosphere.

When the viceroy appeared in his box, the Asiatics and Egyptians

present in the amphitheatre gave forth a mighty shout. The spectacle

began with a procession of singers, dancers, and musicians.

The prince looked around. At his right was the box of Hiram and the

most noted of the Phoenicians; on his left the box of the Phoenician

priests and priestesses. In this Kama occupied one among the first

places, and attracted notice by her splendid dress and by her beauty.

She wore a transparent robe adorned with embroidery of various colors,

gold bracelets and anklets, and on her head a circlet with a lotus

flower composed most skilfully of jewels.

Kama came with her colleagues, saluted the prince with low obeisances,

and returned to the box on the left, where began an animated

conversation with a foreigner whose hair was somewhat gray and whose

presence was imposing. The hair and beard of this man and his

companions were plaited into small braids.

The prince had come almost directly from the chamber of his son, and

was gladsome. But he frowned when he saw the priestess speaking with a

stranger.

"Dost thou not know, Tutmosis, who that big fellow is for whom the

priestess is so charming?" asked he.

"He is that famous pilgrim who has come from Babylon,--the worthy

Sargon."

"But he is an old grandfather!"

"His years are surely more than thine and mine together; but he is a

stately person."

"Could such a barbarian be stately!" said the indignant viceroy. "I am

certain that he bears about the smell of tallow."

Both were silent: the prince from anger, Tutmosis from fear because he

had dared to praise a man whom Rameses hated.

Meanwhile spectacle followed spectacle on the arena. In turn appeared

acrobats, serpent-charmers, dancers, buffoons, and jesters, who called

forth shouts from the audience.

But Rameses was gloomy. In his soul sprang up, moment after moment,

passions which had been dormant,--hatred for Assyrians and jealousy of

Kama.

"How can that woman," thought he, "fondle up to an old man who has a

complexion like tanned leather, wild black eyes, and the beard of a

he-goat?"

But once the prince turned a more attentive look on the arena.

A number of naked Chaldeans entered. The oldest fixed in the earth

three short spears, points upward; then, with motions of his hands, he

put the youngest man to sleep. After that others took the sleeping man

and placed him on the spears in such fashion that one of the spears

supported his head, another his loins, and the third his feet.

The man was as stiff as wood. Then the old man made motions above him

with his hands, and drew out the spear supporting his feet. After a

while he removed the spear on which his loins were resting, and

finally that on which his head was fixed.

This took place in the clear day, before some thousands of spectators.

The sleeping Chaldean rested in the air horizontally, without

support, a couple of ells above the earth. At last the old man pushed

him down and roused him.

The audience was astounded; no one dared to applaud or to shout, but

flowers were thrown from some boxes.

Rameses too was astonished. He bent towards Hiram's box, and asked the

old prince in a low voice,--

"Could they perform that secret in the temple of Astaroth?"

"I am not conversant with all the secrets of our priests," answered

Hiram, confused. "I know, though, that Chaldeans are very clever."

"But we all saw that that young man rested in the air."

"If they did not put a spell on us," said Hiram, reluctantly; and he

grew serious.

After a short interval, during which servitors took to the boxes of

dignitaries fresh flowers, cool wine and cakes, the most important

part of the spectacle began,--the bull fight.

To the sound of trumpets, drums, and flutes they led a strong bull

into the arena, with a cloth over his head so that he should not see.

Then a number of naked men ran around with darts, and one with a short

sword.

At a signal, given by the prince, the leaders ran away, and one of the

armed men struck the cloth from the head of the bull. The beast stood

some moments in a maze; then he chased after the dart men, who vexed

him by pricking.

This barren struggle continued some tens of minutes. Men tormented the

bull, and he, foaming, stained with blood, reared and chased over the

whole arena after his enemies without reaching any.

At last he fell, amid the laughter of the spectators.

The wearied prince, instead of looking at the arena, looked at the box

of the Phoenician priests. He saw that Kama had moved nearer to Sargon

and was conversing vivaciously. The Assyrian devoured her with his

glances; she smiled and blushed, whispered with him, sometimes bending

so that her hair touched the locks of the barbarian; sometimes she

turned from him and feigned anger.

Rameses felt pain in his heart. For the first time it had happened

that a woman had preferred another man to him; besides, a man who was

almost old, and, moreover, an Assyrian.

Meanwhile a murmur rose in the audience. On the arena a man armed

with a sword gave command to tie his left hand to his breast; others

looked at their darts--a second bull was let in. When an armed man

tore the cloth from his eyes, the bull turned and looked around as if

to count his opponents. But when they began to prick him, he withdrew

to the paling to secure the rear; then he lowered his head and

followed the movements of those attacking.

At first the armed men stole up guardedly from both sides to prick

him. But when the beast remained motionless, they gained courage, and

began to run across in front, nearer and nearer.

The bull inclined his head still more, but stood as if fixed to the

earth. The audience laughed; but their joyousness was turned to a cry

of fear suddenly. The bull chose the moment, rushed forward, struck

some man who held a dart, and with one motion of his horns hurled him

upward.

The man struck the earth with broken bones; the bull galloped to the

other side of the arena and stood in a defensive position.

The men with darts surrounded the bull again, and began to irritate

the animal; but now servants of the amphitheatre rushed to the arena

to carry off the wounded man, who was groaning. The bull, in spite of

the redoubled pricks of darts, stood motionless; but when three

servants had taken the wounded man in their arms, he rushed at that

group with the swiftness of a whirlwind, overturned it, and began to

dig the ground with his forefeet tremendously.

There was confusion in the audience: women screamed, men imprecated,

and hurled at the bull whatever each one found nearest. Sticks,

knives, even bench tops fell on the arena. Then a man with a sword

rushed at the raging bull. But the dart men lost their heads and left

him unsupported; hence the bull tossed him and pursued the others. A

thing unparalleled in amphitheatres took place then: five men were

lying on the arena; others, defending themselves badly, were fleeing

before the beast, while the audience was roaring from fear or from

anger.

Next there was perfect silence; the spectators rose and bent forward

out of their places, the terrified Hiram grew pale and crossed his

hands. Down to the arena, from the boxes of dignitaries, sprang two

men,--Prince Rameses, with a drawn sword, and Sargon, with a

short-handled axe.

The bull, with head down and tail in the air, was racing around the

arena, leaving clouds of dust behind him. The beast rushed straight

toward the prince, but, as if repulsed by the majesty of the youth,

avoided him, made directly at Sargon, and dropped to the earth. The

Assyrian, adroit and immensely strong, stretched him with one blow of

his axe, given between the eyes.

The audience howled with delight, and threw flowers at Sargon and his

victim. Rameses stood still with drawn sword, astonished and angry,

seeing how Kama snatched flowers from her neighbors and threw them to

the Assyrian.

Sargon received expressions of public delight with indifference. He

pushed the bull with his foot to be sure that the beast was lifeless;

and then, going a couple of steps toward the prince, said something in

his own speech, and bowed with the dignity of a magnate.

A bloody mist passed before the prince's eyes; he would have buried

his sword in the victor's breast gladly. But he conquered himself,

thought a moment, and taking a gold chain from his neck gave it to

Sargon.

The Assyrian bowed again, kissed the chain, and put it around his

neck. But the prince, with a bluish flush on his cheeks, returned to

the door by which actors entered the arena, and amid plaudits of the

audience left the amphitheatre with a feeling of deep humiliation.

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