CHAPTER XXXII

Next day the prince rose late, bathed himself and dressed, then

summoned Tutmosis.

The exquisite appeared at once, dressed carefully and perfumed. He

looked sharply at the prince to learn in what humor he was, and to fix

his own features correspondingly. But on the face of Ramses was only

weariness.

"Well," asked the prince, yawning, "art Thou sure that a Bon is born to

me?"

"I have that news from the holy Mefres."

"Oho! How long is it since the prophets are occupied with my

household?"

"Since the time that Thou hast shown them thy favor, worthiness."

"Is that true?" asked the prince, and he fell to thinking.

He recalled the scene of the previous night in the temple of Astaroth,

and compared it with a similar spectacle in the temple of Hator.

"They called my name," said he to himself, "both here and there. But

there my cell was very narrow, and the walls were thick; here the

person calling, namely, Kama, could hide herself behind a column and

whisper. But here it was terribly dark, while in my cell it was clear."

At last he said to Tutmosis,

"When did that happen?"

"When was thy worthy son born? About ten days ago. The mother and child

are well; they seem perfectly healthy. At the birth were present Menes

himself, thy worthy mother's physician, and his worthiness Herhor."

"Well well," said the prince, and again he fell to thinking: "They

touched me here and there, with a band in both cases. Was there such a

difference? It seems to me that there was, maybe for the reason that

here I was, and there I was not, prepared to see a miracle. But here

they showed me another myself, which they did not succeed in doing

there. Very clever are the priests! I am curious to know who

represented me so well, a god or a man? Oh, the priests are very

clever, and I do not know even whom to trust more, our priests or the

Phoenicians?

"Hear me, Tutmosis," said he, aloud. "They must come hither; I must see

my son. At last no one will have the right to consider himself better

than I."

"Is the worthy Sarah to come immediately with her son?"

"Let them come at the earliest, if their health permit. Within the

palace bounds are many convenient buildings. It is necessary to choose

a place among the trees, quiet, and, when the time of heat comes, cool.

Let me, too, show the world my son."

Again he was thoughtful; this disquieted Tutmosis.

"Yes, they are clever!" thought Ramses. "That they deceive the common

people, even by rude methods, I knew. Poor sacred Apis! how many prods

he got during processions when people lay prostrate before him! But to

deceive me, I should not have believed that, voices of gods, invisible

hands, a man covered with pitch; these were accessories! Then came

Pentuer's song about the decrease of land and population, the

officials, the Phoenicians, and all that to disgust me with war."

Tutmosis said suddenly,

"I fall on my face before thee."

"I must bring hither, gradually, regiments from cities near the sea. I

wish to have a review and reward them for loyalty."

"But we, the nobles, are we not loyal to thee?" inquired Tutmosis,

confused.

"The nobles and the army are one."

"But the nomarchs and the officials?"

"Even the officials are loyal," answered the prince. "What do I say?

The Phoenicians even are so, though in many other points they are

deceivers."

"By the gods! speak in a lower voice," whispered Tutmosis; and he

looked toward the other room timidly.

"Oho!" laughed the prince, "why this alarm? So for thee, too, it is no

secret that we have traitors?"

"I know of whom Thou art speaking, worthiness, for Thou wert always

prejudiced against."

"Against whom?"

"Against whom I divine. But I thought that after the agreement with

Herhor, after a long stay in the temple."

"What of the temple? In the temple, and in the whole country, for that

matter, I have convinced myself of one thing, that the very best lands,

the most active population, and immense wealth are not the property of

the pharaoh."

"Quieter! quieter!" whispered Tutmosis.

"But I am quiet always; I have a calm face at all times, so let me

speak even here; besides, I should have the right to say, even in the

supreme council, that in this Egypt, which belongs entirely to my

father, I, his heir and viceroy, had to borrow a hundred talents from a

petty prince of Tyre. Is this not a shame?"

"But how did this come to thy mind today?" asked Tutmosis, wishing to

put an end to the perilous conversation as quickly as possible.

"How?" answered the prince; and he grew silent, to sink again into

meditation.

"It would not mean so much," thought he, "if they deceived me alone; I

am only heir to the pharaoh, and not admitted to all secrets. But who

will assure me that they have not acted in the same way with my worthy

father? He has trusted them entirely during thirty and some years; he

has bowed down before miracles, given abundant offerings to the gods,

for this result, that his property and power should pass into the hands

of ambitious tricksters! And no one has opened his eyes. For the

pharaoh cannot, like me, enter Phoenician temples at night, and

absolutely no one has admission to his holiness.

"But who will assure me today that the priests are not striving to

overthrow the throne, as Hiram said? Even my father informed me that

the Phoenicians are most truthful wherever they have an interest to be

so. Assuredly it is their interest not to be expelled from Egypt, and

not to fall under the power of Assyria. The Assyrians are a herd of

raging lions! Wherever they pass through a country nothing is left

except ruins and dead bodies, as after a fire."

All at once Ramses raised his head; from a distance came the sound of

flutes and horns.

"What does this mean?" inquired he of Tutmosis.

"Great news!" replied the courtier, with a smile. "The Asiatics are

welcoming a famous pilgrim from Babylon."

"From Baby Ion? Who is he?"

"His name is Sargon."

"Sargon?" repeated the prince. "Sargon? Ha! ha!" laughed the prince.

"What is he?"

"He must be a great dignitary at the court of King Assar. He brings

with him ten elephants, a herd of most beautiful steeds of the desert,

crowds of slaves and servants."

"But why has he come?"

"To bow down before the wonderful goddess Astaroth, who is honored by

all Asia," answered Tutmosis.

"Ha! ha! ha!" laughed the prince, recalling what Hiram had said of the

coming of the Assyrian ambassador, Sargon. "Ha! ha! ha! Sargon, a

relative of King Assar, has become all at once such a devotee that for

whole months he goes on a difficult journey only to do honor in Pi-Bast

to the goddess Astaroth. But in Nineveh he could have found greater

gods and more learned priests. Ha! ha! ha!"

Tutmosis looked at the prince with astonishment.

"What has happened to thee, Erpatr?" asked he.

"Here is a miracle not described, I think, in the chronicles of any

temple. But think, Tutmosis: When Thou art most occupied with the

problem of catching the thief who is always plundering thee, that same

thief puts his hand again into thy casket before thy eyes, in presence

of a thousand witnesses. Ha! ha! ha! Sargon, a pious pilgrim!"

"I understand nothing," whispered Tutmosis, in anxiety.

"And Thou hast no need to understand," replied the viceroy. "Remember

only that Sargon has come hither for devotional purposes."

"It seems to me that everything of which Thou art speaking," said

Tutmosis, lowering his voice, "is very dangerous."

"Then do not mention it to any one."

"I will not; but art Thou sure that Thou thyself, prince, wilt not

betray the secret? Thou art as quick as lightning."

The prince placed his hand on the courtier's shoulder.

"Be at rest," said he, looking him in the eyes. "If ye will only be

loyal to me, ye, the nobles, and the army, ye will see wonderful

things, and, as regards you, evil times will be ended."

"Thou knowest that we are ready to die at thy command," said Tutmosis,

placing his hand on his breast.

There was such uncommon seriousness on the adjutant's face that the

prince understood, moreover not for the first time, that there was

concealed in that riotous exquisite a valiant man, on whose sword and

understanding he could put reliance.

From that time the prince had no more such strange conversations with

Tutmosis. But that faithful friend and servant divined that connected

with the arrival of Sargon were some great hidden interests of state

which the priests alone had decided.

For a certain time all the Egyptian aristocracy, nomarchs, higher

officials, and leaders had been whispering among themselves very

quietly, yes, very quietly, that important events were approaching. For

the Phoenicians under an oath to keep the secret had told them of

certain treaties with Assyria, according to which Phoenicia would be

lost, and Egypt be covered with disgrace and become even tributary.

Indignation among the aristocracy was immense, but no one betrayed

himself; on the contrary, as well at the court of Ramses as at the

courts of the nomarchs of Lower Egypt, people amused themselves

perfectly. It might have been thought that with the weather had fallen

on men a rage not only for amusements but for riot. There was no day

without spectacles, feasts, and triumphal festivals; there was no night

without illuminations and uproar. Not only in Pi-Bast but in every city

it had become the fashion to run through the streets with torches,

music, and, above all, with full pitchers. They broke into houses and

dragged out sleeping dwellers to drinking-bouts; and since the

Egyptians were inclined toward festivities every man living amused

himself.

During Ramses' stay in the temple of Hator the Phoenicians, seized by a

panic, passed their days in prayer and refused credit to every man. But

after Hiram's interview with the viceroy caution deserted the

Phoenicians, and they began to make loans to Egyptian lords more

liberally than at any time earlier.

Such abundance of gold and goods as there was in Lower Egypt, and,

above all, such small per cent the oldest men could not remember.

The severe and wise priests turned attention to the madness of the

upper classes; but they were mistaken in estimating the cause of it,

and the holy Mentezufis, who sent a report every few days to Herhor.

stated that the heir, wearied by religious practices in the temple, was

amusing himself to madness, and with him the entire aristocracy.

The worthy minister did not even answer these statements, which showed

that he considered the rioting of the prince as quite natural and

perhaps even useful.

With such mental conditions around him Ramses enjoyed much freedom.

Almost every evening when his attendants had drunk too much wine and

had begun to lose consciousness, the prince slipped out of the palace.

Hidden by the dark burnous of an officer, he hurried through the empty

streets and out beyond the city to the gardens of the temple of

Astaroth. There he found the bench before that small villa, and, hidden

among the trees, listened to the song of Kama's worshipper, and dreamed

of the priestess.

The moon rose later and later, drawing near its renewal. The nights

were dark, the effects of light were gone; but in spite of this Ramses

continued to see that brightness of the first night, and he heard the

passionate strophes of the Greek singer.

More than once he rose from his bench to go directly to Kama's

dwelling, but shame seized him. He felt that it did not become the heir

of Egypt to show himself in the house of a priestess who was visited by

any pilgrim who gave a bountiful offering to the temple. What was more

striking, he feared lest the sight of Kama surrounded by pitchers and

unsuccessful admirers might extinguish the wonderful picture in the

moonlight.

When Dagon had sent her to turn away the prince's wrath, Kama seemed

attractive, but not a maiden for whom a man might lose his head

straightway. But when he, a leader of armies and a viceroy, was forced

for the first time in life to sit outside the house of a woman, when

the night roused him to imaginings, and when he heard the adroit

declarations of another, a strange feeling rose in him, a mixture of

sadness, desire, and jealousy.

If he could have had Kama at every call, she would have become

repulsive quickly, and perhaps he would have fled from her. But Death,

standing on the threshold of her bedchamber, an enamored singer, and,

finally, that humiliating position of the highest dignitary before a

priestess, all this created a condition which for Ramses was unknown

till that time, hence enticing.

And this was why he had appeared almost every evening of ten successive

days in the gardens of the goddess Astaroth, shielding his face from

all who passed him.

Once, when he had drunk much wine at a feast in his palace, Ramses

slipped out with a settled purpose.

"To-night," said he to himself, "I will enter Kama's dwelling; as to

her adorers let them sing at her windows."

He passed through the city quickly; but in the gardens of the temple he

lessened his steps, for again he was shamefaced.

"Has it ever been heard," thought he, "that the heir of a pharaoh ran

after women like a poor scribe who cannot borrow ten drachmas anywhere?

All women come to me, so should this one."

And he was ready then to turn back to his palace.

"But she cannot come," said he to himself, "for they would kill her."

He stopped and hesitated.

"Who would kill her, Hiram, who believes in nothing, or Dagon, who

knows not himself what he is? True, but there is a multitude of other

Phoenicians in Egypt, and hundreds of thousands of wild and fanatical

pilgrims are prowling around here. In the eyes of those idiots Kama

would commit sacrilege were she to visit me."

So he went toward the villa. He did not even think that danger might

threaten him there, him, who without drawing his sword might by a mere

look bring the whole world to his feet; he, Ramses, and danger!

When the prince came out from among trees, he saw that Kama's house was

more brightly lighted and more noisy than usual. In fact, the terrace

and the rooms were filled with guests, and around the villa were

throngs of people.

"What band is this?" thought Ramses.

It was an uncommon assemblage. Not far from the house was an immense

elephant, bearing on his back a gilded litter with purple curtains. At

the side of the elephant, neighing and squealing, and, in general,

acting impatiently, were horses with large necks and legs, with tails

plaited, and with something on their heads like metal helmets.

Among these restless, almost wild animals, some tens of men were

busied, men such as Ramses had never seen elsewhere. They had shaggy

hair, great beards, pointed caps with ear-laps; some wore long robes of

coarse cloth reaching to their heels; others wore short coats and

skirts, and some had boots on their feet. All carried swords, bows, and

darts.

At sight of these foreigners, stalwart, awkward, laughing vulgarly,

smelling of tallow, and speaking an unknown and harsh language, the

prince was indignant. As a lion, though not hungry, prepares to spring

when he sees a common animal, so Ramses, though they had offended him

in no way, felt a terrible hatred toward those strangers. He was

irritated by their language, their dress, the odor from their bodies,

even their horses. The blood rushed to his head, and he reached for his

sword to attack those men slay them and their beasts also. But soon he

recovered his senses.

"Set has cast a spell on me," thought Ramses.

At that moment a naked Egyptian, with a cap on his head and a girdle

around his waist, passed along the path slowly. The prince felt that

the man was near to him, even precious at that moment, for he was an

Egyptian. He took from his purse a gold ring worth from ten to twenty

drachmas, and gave it to the bondman.

"Listen," said he; "who are those people?"

"Assyrians," whispered the Egyptian; and hatred glittered in his eyes

as he answered.

"Assyrians," repeated the prince. "Are those Assyrians, then? And what

are they doing here?"

"Their lord, Sargon, is paying court to the priestess, the sacred Kama,

and they are guarding him. May leprosy devour them, the wretches, the

swine sons!"

"Thou mayst go."

The naked man made a low obeisance and ran, surely to some kitchen.

"Are those Assyrians?" thought the prince, as he looked at their

strange figures and heard their hated, though un-understood language.

"So already Assyrians are on the Nile, to become brothers to us, or to

deceive us, and their dignitary, Sargon, is courting Kama?"

He returned home. His imaginings died before the light of a passion

felt then for the first time. He, a man mild and noble, felt a deadly

hatred toward the ancient enemies of Egypt, whom he had never met till

that evening.

When leaving the temple of Hator, and after his interview with Hiram,

he began to think of war with Asia; that was merely thinking that Egypt

needed population, and the pharaoh needed treasure; and since war gave

the easiest means to win them, and since, besides, it agreed with his

need of glory, Ramses conceived the plan of warfare. But now he was

concerned neither with slaves, nor treasures, nor glory, for in him was

sounding at that moment a voice mightier than every other, the voice of

hatred. The pharaohs had struggled so long with the Assyrians, both

sides had shed so much blood, the struggle had fixed its roots in their

hearts so profoundly, that the prince grasped for his sword at the very

sight of Assyrian warriors. It seemed that the spirits of all the slain

Egyptians, their toils and sufferings, had risen in the soul of this

descendant of pharaohs and cried for retribution.

When Ramses reached the palace, he summoned Tutmosis. One of them had

drunk too much, the other was raging.

"Dost Thou know what I have seen just now?" asked the prince of his

favorite.

"One of the priests, perhaps."

"I have seen Assyrians. O ye gods! what I felt! What a low people!

Their bodies from head to foot are covered with wool, as wild beasts

are; the stench of old tallow comes from them; and what speech, what

beard, what hair!"

The prince walked up and down the room quickly, panting, excited.

"I thought," said he, "that I despised the robberies of scribes, the

deceit of nomarchs, that I hated the cunning and ambition of priests; I

felt repulsion for Jews, and I feared the Phoenicians; but I convinced

myself to-night that those were all amusements. I know now, for the

first time, what hate is, after I have seen and heard Assyrians. I

understand now-why a dog tears the cat which has crossed his path."

"Thou art accustomed to Jews and Phoenicians, worthiness, Thou hast met

Assyrians now for the first time," put in Tutmosis.

"Stupidity! the Phoenicians!" continued the prince, as if to himself.

"The Phoenicians, the Philistines, the Arabs, the Libyans, even the

Ethiopians seem, as it were, members of our own family. When they fail

to pay tribute, we are angry; when they pay, we forget our feeling.

"But the Assyrians are something strange, something inimical, so that I

shall not be happy till I can count one hundred thousand of their hands

cut off by us."

Never had Tutmosis seen the prince in such a state of feeling.

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