At night the sentries gave notice that a throng of Libyans imploring
mercy had entered the valley. Indeed the light of their fires was
visible on the desert.
At sunrise the trumpets were sounded, and all the Egyptian forces were
drawn up under arms on the widest part of the valley. According to
command of the prince, who wished to increase the fright of the
Libyans--the carriers were arranged between the ranks of the army, and
men on asses were disposed among the cavalry. So it happened that the
Egyptians seemed as numerous as sands in the desert, and the Libyans
were as timid as doves, over which a falcon is soaring.
At nine in the morning his gilded war chariot stood before the tent of
the viceroy. The horses bearing ostrich plumes reared so that two men
had to hold each of them.
Rameses came out of his tent, took his place in the chariot, and
seized the reins himself, while the place of the charioteer was
occupied by the priest Pentuer, who held now the position of
counsellor. One of the commanders carried a large green parasol over
the prince; behind, and on both sides of the chariot, marched Greek
officers in gilded armor. At a certain distance behind the prince's
retinue came a small division of the guard, in the midst of it
Tehenna, son of the Libyan chief Musawasa.
A few hundred paces from the Egyptians, at the entrance of the ravine,
stood the gloomy crowd of Libyans imploring the conqueror's favor.
When Rameses came with his suite to the eminence where he was to
receive the envoys of the enemy, the army raised such a shout in his
honor that the cunning Musawasa was still more mortified, and
whispered to the Libyan elders,--
"I say to you, that is the cry of an army which loves its commander."
Then one of the most restless of the Libyan chiefs, a great robber,
said to Musawasa,--
"Dost thou not think that in a moment like this we should be wiser to
trust to the swiftness of our horses than to the kindness of the
pharaoh's son? He must be a raging lion, which tears the skin even
when stroking it, while we are like lambs snatched away from our
mothers."
"Do as may please thee," replied Musawasa, "thou hast the whole desert
before thee. But the people sent me to redeem their faults, and above
all I have a son, Tehenna, on whom the prince will pour out his wrath
unless I win favor."
To the crowd of Libyans galloped up two Asiatic horsemen, who declared
that their lord was waiting for submission.
Musawasa sighed bitterly and went toward the height on which the
conqueror had halted. Never before had he made such a painful journey.
Coarse linen used by penitents covered his back imperfectly; on his
head, sprinkled with ashes, the heat of the sun was burning; sharp
pebbles cut his naked feet, and his heart was crushed by his own
sorrow and that of his people.
He had advanced barely a few hundred paces, but he was forced to halt
a couple of times to rest and recover. He looked backward frequently
to be sure that the naked slaves carrying gifts to the prince were
not stealing gold chains, or what was worse, stealing jewels. For
Musawasa knowing life, knew that man is glad to make use of his
neighbor's misfortune.
"I thank the gods," said the cunning barbarian, comforting himself in
mishap, "that the lot has come to me of humbling myself to a prince
who may put on the pharaoh's cap any moment. The rulers of Egypt are
magnanimous, especially in time of triumph. If I succeed then in
moving my lord he will strengthen my position in Libya, and permit me
to collect a multitude of taxes. It is a real miracle that the heir to
the throne himself seized Tehenna; and not only will he not do him
wrong, but he will cover him with dignities." Thus he thought and
looked behind continually, for a slave, though naked, may conceal a
stolen jewel in his mouth, and even swallow it.
At thirty steps from the chariot of the heir Musawasa and those who
were with him, the foremost of the Libyans, fell upon their faces and
lay on the sand till command to rise was given them through the
prince's adjutant. When they had approached a few steps they fell
again; later they fell a third time, and rose only at command of
Rameses.
During this interval Pentuer, standing at the prince's chariot,
whispered to his lord,--
"Let thy countenance show neither harshness nor delight. Be calm, like
the god Amon, who despises his enemies and delights in no common
triumphs."
At last the penitent Libyans stood before the face of the prince, who
looked at them as a fierce hippopotamus at ducklings which have no
place to hide before his mightiness.
"Art thou he?" asked Rameses, suddenly. "Art thou that Musawasa, the
wise Libyan leader?"
"I am thy servant," answered Musawasa, and he threw himself on the
ground again.
When they ordered him to rise, the prince said,--
"How couldst thou commit such a grievous sin, and raise thy hand
against the kingdom of the gods? Has thy former wisdom deserted thee?"
"Lord," answered the wily Libyan, "sorrow disturbed the reason of the
disbanded warriors of his holiness, so they ran to their own
destruction, drawing me and mine after them. And the gods alone know
how long this dreadful war might have lasted if at the head of the
army of the ever living pharaoh, Amon himself had not appeared in thy
semblance. Thou didst fall on us like a storm wind of the desert, when
thou wert not expected, where thou wert not expected, and as a bull
breaks a reed so didst thou crush thy blinded opponent. All people
then understood that even the terrible regiments of Libya had value
only while thy hand sent them forward."
"Thou speakest wisely, Musawasa," said the viceroy, "and thou hast
done still better to meet thus the army of the divine pharaoh, instead
of waiting till it came to thee. But I should be glad to know how
sincere thy obedience is."
"Let thy countenance be radiant, great potentate of Egypt,"[21]
answered Musawasa. "We come to thee as subjects, may thy name be great
in Libya, be thou our sun, as thou art the sun of nine nations. Only
command thy subordinates to be just to us the conquered people who are
joined to thy power. Let thy officials govern us justly and with
conscience, and not according to their own evil wishes, reporting
falsely concerning our people, and rousing thy disfavor against us and
our children. Command them, O viceroy of the victorious pharaoh, to
govern according to thy will, sparing our freedom, our property, our
language, and the customs of our ancestors and fathers.
[21] An inscription on the monument of Horem-Hep, 1470 years B. C.
"Let thy laws be equal for all subjects, let not thy officials favor
some too much and be too harsh toward others; let their sentences be
of the same kind for all. Let them collect the tribute predestined for
thy needs and for thy use, but let them not take secretly other
tributes which never go into thy treasury, and enrich only thy
servants and the servants of those servants.
"Command them to govern without injustice to us and our children, for
thou art to us a deity and a ruler forever. Imitate the sun, which
sends his light to all and gives life and strength to them. We, thy
Libyan subjects, implore thy favor and fall on our faces before thee,
O heir of the great and mighty pharaoh."
So spoke the crafty Libyan prince, Musawasa, and after he had finished
speaking he prostrated himself again. But when the pharaoh's heir
heard these wise words his eyes glittered, and his nostrils dilated
like those of a young stallion which after good feeding runs to a
field where mares are at pasture.
"Rise, Musawasa, and listen to what I tell thee. Thy fate and that of
thy people depend not on me, but on that gracious lord who towers
above us all, as the sky above the earth. I advise thee, then, to go
and to take Libyan elders hence to Memphis, and, falling on thy face
before the leader and the god in this world, to repeat the humble
prayer, which I have heard here from thee.
"I know not what the effect of thy prayer will be; but since the gods
never turn from him who implores and is repentant, I have a feeling
that thou wilt not meet a bad reception.
"And now show me the gifts intended for his holiness, so that I may
judge whether they will move the heart of the all-powerful pharaoh."
At this moment Mentezufis gave a sign to Pentuer who was standing on
the prince's chariot.
When Pentuer descended and approached the holy man with honor,
Mentezufis whispered,--
"I fear lest the triumph may rise to the head of our young lord over
much. Dost thou not think it would be wise to interrupt the solemnity
in some way?"
"On the contrary," answered Pentuer, "do not interrupt the solemnity,
and I guarantee that he will not have a joyous face."
"Thou wilt perform a miracle."
"If I succeed I shall merely show him that in this world great delight
is attended by deep suffering."
"Do as thou wishest," said Mentezufis, "for the gods have given thee
wisdom worthy a member of the highest council."
Trumpets and drums were heard, and the triumphal review began.
At the head of it went naked slaves bearing gifts. Rich Libyans
guarded these bondmen who carried gold and silver divinities, boxes
filled with perfumes, enamelled vessels, stuffs, furniture, finally
gold dishes dotted with rubies, sapphires, and emeralds. The slaves
who bore these had shaven heads and were gagged lest some one of them
might steal a costly jewel.
Rameses rested both hands on the edge of the chariot and looked from
the height of the hill at the Libyans, and at his own men, as a
golden-headed eagle looks down on many colored partridges. Pride
filled the prince from foot to head, and all present felt that it was
impossible to have more power than was possessed by that victorious
commander.
But in one instant the prince's eyes lost their brightness, and on his
face the bitterest surprise was depicted. Pentuer was standing near
him.--
"Bend thy ear, lord," whispered he. "Since thou hast left Pi-Bast
wondrous changes have taken place there. Thy Phoenician woman, Kama,
has fled with Lykon."
"With Lykon?" repeated the prince.
"Move not, Erpatr, and show not to thousands that thou feelest sorrow
in the day of thy triumph."
Now there passed below the prince an endless line of Libyans with
fruit and bread in baskets, as well as wine and olive oil in roomy
pitchers for the army. At sight of this a murmur of delight was spread
among the warriors, but Rameses, occupied with Pentuer's story, took
no note of what was passing.
"The gods," said the prophet in a whisper, "have punished the
traitorous Kama."
"Is she caught?" inquired the prince.
"She is caught, but they have sent her to the eastern colony, because
leprosy attacked her."
"O gods!" whispered Rameses. "But may it not threaten me?"
"Be calm, lord; if it had infected thee thou wouldst be leprous this
moment."
The prince felt a chill in every member. How easy for the gods to
thrust a man down from the highest summits to the depths of the lowest
misery!
"And Lykon?"
"He is a great criminal," said Pentuer; "a criminal of such kind that
the earth has given few such."
"I know him. He is as like me as a reflection of me in a mirror,"
replied Rameses.
Now came a crowd of Libyans leading strange animals. At the head of
these was a one-humped camel with white hair, one of the first which
they had caught in the desert, next two rhinoceroses, a herd of
horses, and a tame lion caged. Then a multitude of cages holding birds
of various colors, monkeys, and small dogs intended for court ladies.
Behind them were driven great herds of cattle, and flocks of sheep as
food for the pharaoh's army.
The prince cast an eye on the moving menagerie, and asked the
priest,--
"But is Lykon caught?"
"I will tell thee now the worst news, unhappy lord," whispered
Pentuer. "But remember that the enemies of Egypt must not notice grief
in thee."
The heir moved.
"Thy second woman, Sarah the Jewess--"
"Has she run away too?"
"She died in prison."
"O gods! Who dared imprison her?"
"She confessed that she killed thy son."
"What?"
A great cry was heard at the prince's feet: the Libyan prisoners
captured in battle were marching past, and at the head of them the
sorrowful Tehenna.
Rameses had at that moment a heart so full of pain that he nodded to
Tehenna, and said,--
"Stand near thy father Musawasa, so that he may touch thee, and see
thee living."
At these words all the Libyans and the whole army gave forth a mighty
shout; but the prince did not hear it.
"Is my son dead?" asked he of the priest. "Sarah accused herself of
child-murder? Did madness fall on her?"
"The vile Lykon slew thy son."
"O gods give me strength!" groaned Rameses.
"Restrain thyself, lord, as becomes a victorious leader."
"Is it possible to conquer such pain? O gods without pity!"
"Lykon slew thy son; Sarah accused herself to save thee, for seeing
the murderer in the night she mistook him for thee."
"And I thrust her out of my house! And I made her a servant of the
Phoenician!"
Now appeared Egyptian warriors bearing baskets filled with hands
which had been cut from the fallen Libyans.
At sight of this Rameses hid his face and wept bitterly.
The generals surrounded the chariot at once and gave their lord
consolation. The holy Mentezufis made a proposition which was received
immediately, that thenceforth the Egyptian army would not cut off the
hands of enemies who had fallen in battle.
With this unforeseen incident ended the first triumph of the heir to
the throne of Egypt. But the tears which he shed over the severed
hands attached the Libyans to him more than the victorious battle. No
one wondered then that around the fires Libyan and Egyptian warriors
sat in concord sharing bread, and drinking wine from the same goblet.
Instead of wars which were to last for years, there was a deep feeling
of peace and confidence.
Rameses gave command that Musawasa, Tehenna, and the foremost Libyans
should go to Memphis straightway, and he gave them an escort, not so
much to watch them as to safeguard their persons and the treasures
which they were taking. The prince withdrew to a tent then, and did
not appear again until a number of hours had passed. He was like a man
to whom pain is the dearest companion. He did not receive even
Tutmosis.
Toward evening a deputation of Greeks appeared under the leadership of
Kalippos. When the heir asked what their wish was Kalippos answered,--
"We have come, lord, to implore that the body of our leader, thy
servant Patrokles, should not be given to Egyptian priests, but be
burned in accord with Greek usage."
The prince was astonished.
"Is it known to you," asked he, "that the priests wish to make of the
remains of Patrokles a mummy of the first order, and to put it near
the graves of the pharaohs? Can honor greater than this meet a man
anywhere?"
The Greeks hesitated; at last Kalippos took courage and answered,--
"Our lord, permit us to open our hearts to thee. We know well that the
making of a mummy is of more profit to a man than to burn him, for
the soul of a burned man is transferred to eternal regions
immediately; the soul of a mummied man may live during thousands of
years on this earth and enjoy its beauties.
"But the Egyptian priests, O chief,--let this not offend thy
ears--hated Patrokles. Who will assure us, then, that these priests in
making him a mummy are not detaining him on earth so as to subject him
to tortures? And what would our worth be if we who suspect revenge did
not protect from it the soul of our compatriot and leader?"
Great was the prince's astonishment.
"Do," said he, "as ye think proper."
"But if they will not give us the body?"
"Prepare the funeral pile; I will attend to the rest of the ceremony."
The Greeks left the tent. The prince sent for Mentezufis.