Then rose the glowing disk of the sun above the eastern horizon, and from the
sanctuaries
below the travelers rose up the pious, many- voiced chant of praise.
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Is there one among them who is conspicuous above them all for a lofty spirit and the strength of intellect?
"
The young Rameri looked gayly at the speaker, and said, laughing: —
"We are all much alike, and do more or less willingly what we are compelled, and by preference everything we ought
not.
"A mighty soul — a youth who promises to be a second Snefru, a Thotmes, or even an Ameni? Dost thou know none such in the House of Seti ? " asked the widow.
" Oh, yes ! " cried Rameri, with eager certainty.
" And he is ? " asked Katuti.
" Pentaur, the poet," exclaimed the youth. Bent-Anat's
face glowed with scarlet color, while her brother went on to explain.
" He is noble and of a lofty soul, and all the gods dwell in him when he speaks. Formerly we used to go to sleep in the lecture hall ; but his words carry us away, and if we do not take in the full meaning of his thoughts, yet we feel that they are genuine and noble. "
Bent-Anat breathed quicker at these words, her eyes hung on the boy's lips.
" You know him, Bent-Anat," continued Rameri. " He was with you at the paraschites' house, and in the temple court when Ameni pronounced you unclean. He is as tall and handsome as the god Menth, and I feel that he is one of those whom we can never forget when once we have seen them. Yesterday, after you had left the temple, he spoke as he never spoke before ; he
I feel it burning still. This morning we were informed that he had been sent from the temple, who knows where — and had left us a message of farewell. It was not thought at all necessary to
poured fire into our souls. Do not laugh, Katuti ;
communicate the reason to us ; but we know more than the masters think. He did not reprove you strongly enough, Bent- Anat, and therefore he is driven out of the House of Seti. We have agreed to combine to ask for him to be recalled ; Anana is drawing up a letter to the chief priest, which we shall all sub scribe. It would turn out badl^foi; one alone, but they cannot be at all of us at once. Very likely they will have the sense to recall him. If not, we shall all complain to our fathers, and they are not the meanest in the land. " . . . . ? -. .
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As soon as Bent-Anat had quitted Mena's domain, the dwarf Nemu entered the garden with a letter, and briefly related his adventures ; but in such a comical fashion that both the ladies laughed, and Katuti, with a lively gayety, which was usually foreign to her, while she warned him, at the same time praised his acuteness. She looked at the seal of the letter, and said, —
" This is a lucky day ; it has brought us great things, and
the promise of greater things in the future. " " Nefert came close up to her and said imploringly,
Open
the letter, and see if there is nothing in it from him. "
Katuti unfastened the wax, looked through the letter with
a hasty glance, stroked the cheek of her child, andIsaid, —
" Perhaps your brother has written for him ; see no line
in his handwriting. "
Nefert on her side glanced at the letter, but not to read it,
only to seek some trace of the well-known handwriting of her husband.
Like all the Egyptian women of good family she could read, and during the first two years of her married life she had often — very often — had the opportunity of puzzling, and yet re joicing, over the feeble signs which the iron hand of the charioteer had scrawled on the papyrus for her whose slender fingers could guide the reed pen with firmness and decision.
She examined the letter, and at last said, with tears in her eyes : — I will go to my room, mother. "
"Nothing ! "
Katuti kissed her and said, writes. "
Hear first what your brother
But Nefert shook her head, turned away in silence, and disappeared into the house.
Katuti was not very friendly to her son-in-law, but her heart clung to her handsome, reckless son, the very image of her lost husband, the favorite of women, and the gayest youth among the young nobles who composed the chariot guard of the king. —
How fully he had written to-day reed pen so laboriously.
he who wielded the
This really was a letter ; while usually he only asked in the fewest words for fresh funds for the gratification of his extrava gant tastes.
This time she might look for thanks, for not long since he must have received a considerable supply, which she had
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abstracted from the income of the possessions intrusted to her by her son-in-law.
She began to read.
The cheerfulness with which she had met the dwarf was insincere, and had resembled the brilliant colors of the rainbow, which gleam over the stagnant waters of a bog. A stone falls into the pool, the colors vanish, dim mists rise up, and it be comes foul and cloudy.
The news which her son's letter contained fell, indeed, like a block of stone on Katuti's soul.
Our deepest sorrows always flow from the same source as might have filled us with joy, and those wounds burn the fiercest which are inflicted by a hand we love.
The further Katuti went in the lamentably incorrect epistle — which she could only decipher with difficulty — which her darling had written to her, the paler grew her face, which she several times covered with the trembling hands, from which the letter dropped.
Nemu squatted on the earth near her, and followed all her movements.
When she sprang forward with a heart-piercing scream, and pressed her forehead to a rough palm trunk, he crept up to her, kissed her feet, and exclaimed, with a depth of feeling that overcame even Katuti, who was accustomed to hear only gay or bitter speeches from the lips of her jester : —
" Mistress ! lady ! what has happened? "
Katuti collected herself, turned to him, and tried to speak ; but her pale lips remained closed, and her eyes gazed dimly into vacancy as though a catalepsy had seized her.
" Mistress ! Mistress ! " cried the dwarf again, with growing agitation. " What is the matter ? shall I call thy daughter ? " Katuti made a sign with her hand, and cried feebly, " The
wretches ! the reprobates ! "
Her breath began to come quickly, the blood mounted to
her cheeks and her flashing eyes ; she trod upon the letter, and wept so loud and passionately that the dwarf, who had never before seen tears in her eyes, raised himself timidly, and said in mild reproach, " Katuti ! "
" Why do you call my name so loud ; it is disgraced and degraded. How the nobles and the ladies will rejoice ! Now envy can point at us with spiteful joy — and a minute ago I
She laughed bitterly, and said with a trembling voice :
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was praising this day ! They say one should exhibit one's happiness in the streets, and conceal one's misery ; on the con trary, on the contrary ! Even the gods should not know" of one's hopes and joys, for they too are envious and spiteful !
" Thou speakest of shame, and not of death," said Nemu, " and I learned from thee that one should give nothing up for lost excepting the dead. "
These words had a powerful effect on the agitated woman. Quickly and vehemently she turned upon the dwarf, saying : — "You are clever, and faithful too, so listen! but"if you
were Amon himself there is nothing to be done
" We must try," said Nemu, and his sharp eyes met those
Again she leaned her head against the palm tree.
of his mistress.
" Speak," he said, " and trust me. Perhaps I can be of no
use ; but that I can be silent thou knowest. "
" Before long the children in the streets will talk of what
this tells me," said Katuti, laughing with bitterness, "only Nefert must know nothing of what has happened — nothing, mind ; what is that ? the regent coming ! quick, fly ; tell him
I cannot see him, not now ! I am suddenly taken ill, very ill ; "
No one is to be admitted — no one, do you hear ?
The dwarf went.
When he came back after he had fulfilled his errand, he
found his mistress still in a fever of excitement.
"Listen," she said; "first the smaller matter, then the
frightful, the unspeakable. Rameses loads Mena with marks of his favor. It came to a division of the spoils of war, for the year; a great heap of treasure lay ready for each of his followers, and the charioteer had to choose before all the others. " "
" Well ! echoed Katuti. " Well ! how did the worthy householder care for his belongings at home, how did he seek to relieve his indebted estate ? It is disgraceful, hideous ! He passed by the silver, the gold, the jewels, with a laugh ; and took the captive daughter of the Danaid princes, and led her into his tent. "
" Well? " said the dwarf.
" Shameful ! " muttered the dwarf.
" Poor, poor Nefert ! " cried Katuti, covering her face with
her hands. " " And what more ?
asked Nemu, hastily.
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"That," said Katuti, "that is — but I will keep calm— quite calm and quiet. You know my son. He is heedless, but he loves me and his sister more than anything in the world. I, fool as I was, to persuade him to economy, had vividly described our evil plight, and after that disgraceful conduct of Mena he thought of us and of our anxieties. His share of the booty was small, and could not help us. His comrades threw dice for the shares they had obtained — he staked his to win more for us. He lost — all — all — and at last against an enor mous sum, still thinking of us, and only of us, he staked the mummy of his dead father. He lost. If he does not redeem the pledge before the expiration of the third month, he will fall into infamy, the mummy will belong to the winner, and disgrace and ignominy will be my lot and his. "
Katuti pressed her hands on her face,"the dwarf muttered
to himself, " The gambler and hypocrite ! —
When his mistress had grown calmer, he said:
" It is horrible, yet all is not lost. How much is the"debt ? It sounded like a heavy curse, when Katuti replied, Thirty
Babylonian talents! "
The dwarf cried out, as if an asp had stung him, " Who
dared to bid against such a mad stake ? "
" The Lady Hathor's son, Antef," answered Katuti, " who has
already gambled away the inheritance of his fathers in Thebes. " " He will not remit one"grain of wheat of his claim," cried
the dwarf. " And Mena ?
" How could my son turn to him after what has happened ?
The poor child implores me to ask the assistance of the regent. " " Of the regent ? " said the dwarf, shaking his big head.
" Impossible ? "
" I know, as matters now stand; but his place, his name. "
" Mistress," said the dwarf, and deep purpose rang in the
words, "do not spoil the future for the sake of the present. If thy son loses his honor under King Rameses, the future king, Ani, may restore it to him. If the regent now renders you all an important service, he will regard you as amply paid when our efforts have succeeded, and he sits on the throne. He lets himself be led by thee now because thou hast no need of his help, and dost seem to work only for his sake, and for his elevation. As soon as thou hast appealed to him, and he has assisted thee, all thy confidence and freedom will be gone, and the more difficult he finds it to raise so large a sum of
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money at once, the angrier he will be to think that thou art making use of him. Thou knowest his circumstances. "
" He is in debt," said Katuti. " I know that. "
" Thou shouldst know it," cried the dwarf, " for thou thy self hast forced him to enormous expenses. He has won the people of Thebes with dazzling festive displays; as guardian of Apis he gave a large donation to Memphis; he bestowed thousands on the leaders of the troops sent into Ethiopia, which were equipped by him; what his spies cost him at the camp of the king thou knowest. He has borrowed sums of money from most of the rich men in the country, and that is well, for so many creditors are so many allies. The regent is a bad debtor; but the King Ani, they reckon, will be a grateful payer. "
Katuti looked at the dwarf in astonishment.
"You know men! " she said.
" To my sorrow ! " replied Nemu. " Do not apply to the
regent, and before thou dost sacrifice the labor of years, and thy future greatness, and that of those near to thee, sacrifice thy son's honor. "
"And my husband's and my own? " exclaimed Katuti. "How can you know what that is! Honor is a word that the slave may utter, but whose meaning he can never comprehend; you rub the weals that are raised on you by blows; to me every finger pointed at me in scorn makes a wound like an ash-wood lance with a poisoned tip of brass. Oh, ye holy gods! who can help us? "
The miserable woman pressed her hands over her eyes, as if to shut out the sight of her own disgrace.
The dwarf looked up at her compassionately, and said, in a changed tone : —
" Dost thou remember the diamond which fell out of Nefert's handsomest ring? We hunted for it, and could not find it. Next day, as I was going through the room, I trod on some
I stooped down and found the stone. What the noble organ of sight, the eye, overlooked, the callous despised sole of the foot found; and perhaps the small slave, Nemu, who knows nothing of honor, may succeed in finding a mode of escape which is not revealed to the lofty soul of his mistress ! "
thing hard ;
" What are you thinking of ? " asked Katuti.
" Escape," answered the dwarf. " Is it true that thy sister Setchem has visited thee, and that you are reconciled? "
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" Then go to her. Men are never more helpful than after a reconciliation. The enmity they have driven out seems to leave, as it were, a freshly healed wound which must be touched with caution; and Setchem is of thy own blood, and kind-hearted. "
" She offered me her hand, and I took it ! "
"She is not rich," replied Katuti. "Every palm in her garden comes from her husband, and belongs to her children. "
" Paaker, too, was with you ? "
" Certainly only by the entreaty of his mother — he hates my son-in-law. "
" I know it," muttered the dwarf, " but if Nefert would ask him? "
The widow drew herself up indignantly. She felt that she had allowed the dwarf too much freedom, and ordered him to leave her alone. —
Nemu kissed her robe and asked, timidly :
" Shall I forget that thou hast trusted me, or am I permitted to consider further as to thy son's safety ? "
Katuti stood for a moment undecided, then she said : —
" You were clever enough to find what I carelessly dropped ; perhaps some god may show you what I ought to do. Now leave me. " "
" Wilt thou want me early to-morrow ?
" No. "
" Then" I will go to the Necropolis, and offer a sacrifice. "
" Go ! said Katuti, and went toward the house with the
fatal letter in her hand.
Nemu stayed behind alone ; he looked thoughtfully at the
ground, murmuring to himself : —
" She must not lose her honor ; not at present, or indeed all
will be lost. What is this honor ? We all come into the world without and most of us go to the grave without knowing it, and very good folks notwithstanding. Only few who are rich and idle weave in with the homely stuff of their souls, as the Kuschites do their hair with grease and oils, till forms a cap of which, though disfigures them, they are so proud that they would rather have their ears cut off than the mon strous thing. see, see — but before open my mouth will go to my mother. She knows more than twenty prophets. "
Before the sun had risen the next morning, Nemu got him self ferried over the Nile, with the small white ass which Mena's
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deceased father had given him many years before. He availed himself of the cool hour which precedes the rising of the sun for his ride through the Necropolis.
Well acquainted as he was with every stock and stone, he avoided the highroads which led to the goal of his expedition, and trotted toward the hill which divides the valley of the royal tombs from the plain of the Nile.
Before him opened a noble amphitheater of lofty limestone peaks, the background of the stately terrace-temple which the proud ancestress of two kings of the fallen family, the great Ha- tasu, had erected to their memory, and to the Goddess Hathor.
Nemu left the sanctuary to his left, and rode up the steep hill path which was the nearest way from the plain to the valley of the tombs.
Below him lay a bird's eye view of the terrace building of Hatasu, and before him, still slumbering in cool dawn, was the Necropolis with its houses and temples and colossal statues, the broad Nile glistening with white sails under the morning mist ; and, in the distant east, rosy with the coming sun, stood Thebes and her gigantic temples.
But the dwarf saw nothing of the glorious panorama that lay at his feet ; absorbed in thought, and stooping over the neck of his ass, he let the panting beast climb and rest at its pleasure.
When he had reached half the height of the hill, he perceived the sound of footsteps coming nearer and nearer to him.
The vigorous walker had soon reached him, and bid him good morning, which he civilly returned.
The hill path was narrow, and when Nemu observed that the man who followed him was a priest, he drew up his donkey on a level spot, and said reverently: —
" Pass on, holy father ; for thy two feet carry thee quicker than my four. "
"A sufferer needs my help," replied the leech Nebsecht, Pentaur's friend, whom we have already seen in the House of Seti, and by the bed of the paraschites' daughter ; and he has tened on so as to gain on the slow pace of the rider.
Then rose the glowing disk of the sun above the eastern horizon, and from the sanctuaries below the travelers rose up the pious, many- voiced chant of praise.
Nemu slipped off his ass, and assumed an attitude of prayer ; the priest did the same ; but while the dwarf devoutly fixed his
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eyes on the new birth of the Sun god from the eastern range, the priest's eyes wandered to the earth, and his raised hand fell to pick up a rare fossil shell which lay on the path.
In a few minutes Nebsecht rose, and Nemu followed him.
" It is a fine morning," said the dwarf ; " the holy fathers down there seem more cheerful to-day than usual. "
The surgeon laughed assent. " Do you belong to the Ne cropolis ? " he said. " Who here keeps dwarfs ? "
" No one," answered the little man. " But I will ask thee a question. Who that lives here behind the hill is of so much importance that a leech from the House of Seti sacrifices his night's rest for him ? "
" The one I visit is mean, but the suffering is great," an swered Nebsecht.
Nemu looked at him with admiration, and muttered : —
" That is noble, that is " but he did not finish his speech ; he struck his brow, and exclaimed : —
" You are going, by the desire of the Princess Bent-Anat, to the child of the paraschites that was run over. I guessed as much. The food must have an excellent aftertaste, if a gentle man rises so early to eat it. How is the poor child doing ? "
There was so much warmth in these last words that Neb secht, who had thought the dwarf's reproach uncalled for, an swered, in a friendly tone : —
" Not so badly ; she may be saved. "
" The gods be praised ! " exclaimed Nemu, while the priest
passed on.
Nebsecht went up and down the hillside at a redoubled pace,
and had long taken his place by the couch of the wounded Uarda in the hovel of the paraschites, when Nemu drew near to the abode of his Mother Hekt, from whom Paaker had received the philter.
The old woman sat before the door of her cave.
Near her lay a board, fitted with crosspieces, between which a little boy was stretched in such a way that they touched his head and his feet.
Hekt understood the art of making dwarfs ; playthings in human form were well paid for, and the child on the rack, with his pretty little face, promised to be a valuable article.
As soon as the sorceress saw some one approaching she stooped over the child, took him up, board and all, in her arms, and carried him into the cave. Then she said sternly : —
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" If you move, little one, I will flog you ; now let me tie you. "
" Don't tie me," said the child ; " I will be good, and lie still. "
" Stretch yourself out," ordered the old woman, and tied the child with a rope to the board. " If you are quiet, I'll give you a honey cake by and by, and let you play with the young chickens. "
The child was quiet, and a soft smile of delight and hope sparkled in his pretty eyes. His little hand caught the dress of the old woman, and with the sweetest coaxing tone, which God bestows on the innocent voices of children, he said : —
" I will be as still as a mouse, and no one shall know that I am here ; but if you give me the honey cake you will untie me for a little, and let me go to Uarda. " "
" She is ill—what do you want there ?
" I would take her the cake," said the child, and his eyes glistened with tears.
The old woman touched the child's chin with her finger, and some mysterious power prompted her to bend over him to kiss him. But before her lips had touched his face she turned away, and said, in a hard tone : —
" Lie still ! by and by we will see. " Then she stooped, and threw a brown sack over the child. She went back into the open air, greeted Nemu, entertained him with milk, bread, and honey, gave him news of the girl who had been run over, for he seemed to take her misfortune very much to heart, and finally asked : —
" What brings you here ? The Nile was still narrow when you last found your way to me, and now it has been falling some time [beginning of November]. Are you sent by your mistress, or do you want my help ? All the world is alike. No one goes to see any one else unless he wants to make use of him. What shall I give you ? "
" I want nothing," said the dwarf, " but
"
" You are commissioned by a third person," said the witch, laughing. " It is the same thing. Whoever wants a thing for some one else only thinks of his own interest. "
"May be," said Nemu. "At any rate your words show that yob have- not grown unwiser since I saw you last — and I
am glad of it, for I want your advice. " " "Advice is cheap. What is going on out there ?
Nemu telated - to his mother shortly, clearly, and without reserve,
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what was plotting in his mistress' house, and the frightful disgrace with which she was threatened through her son.
The old woman shook her gray head thoughtfully several times ; but she let the little man go on to the end of his story without interrupting him. Then she asked, and her eyes flashed as she spoke : —
" And you really believe that you will succeed in putting the sparrow on the eagle's perch — Ani on the throne of Rameses ! "
" The troops fighting in Ethiopia are for us," cried Nemu. " The priests declare themselves against the king, and recog nize"in Ani the genuine blood of Ra. "
" That is much," said the old woman.
And many dogs are the death of the gazelle," said Nemu,
laughing.
" But Rameses is not a gazelle to run, but a lion," said the
old woman, gravely. " You are playing a high game. "
" We know it," answered Nemu. " But it is for high stakes
— there is much to win. "
" And all to lose," muttered the old woman, passing her
fingers round her scraggy neck. " Well, do as you please — it is all the same to me who it is sends the young to be killed, and drives the old folks' cattle from the field. What do they want with me ? "
" No one has sent me," answered the dwarf. " I come of my own free fancy to ask you what Katuti must do to save her son and her house from dishonor. "
" Hm ! " hummed the witch, looking at Nemu while she
raised herself on her stick. " What has come to you that you
take the fate of these great people to heart as if it were your own ? "
The dwarf reddened, and answered hesitatingly, "Katuti is a good mistress, and, if things go well with her, there may be windfalls for you and me. "
" A loaf for you, perhaps, and a crumb for me ! " she said. " There is more than that in your mind, and I can read your heart as if you were a ripped-up raven. You are one of those who can never keep their fingers at rest, and must knead every body's dough ; must push, and drive and stir something. Every jacket is too tight for you. If you were three feet taller, and the son of a priest, you might have gone far. High you will
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go, and high you will end ; as the friend of a king— or on the gallows. "
"Ifyou had sent me to school, and if Iwere not the son of a witch, and a dwarf, I would play with men as they played with me ; for I am cleverer than all of them, and none of their plans are hidden from me. A hundred roads lie before me, when they don't know whether to go out or in; and where they rush heedlessly forward I see the abyss that they are run ning to. " "
said the old woman,
The old woman laughed ; but Nemu bit his lips, and said : —
" And nevertheless you come to me ? sarcastically.
" I want your advice," said Nemu, seriously. " Four eyes see more than one, and the impartial looker-on sees clearer than the player; besides, you are bound to help me. " "
The old woman laughed loud in astonishment. "Bound! she said, " I? and to what, if you please ? "
" To help me," replied the dwarf, half in entreaty, and half in reproach. " You deprived me of my growth, and reduced me to a"cripple. "
Because no one is better off than you dwarfs," interrupted the witch.
" You have often said so — and perhaps for many others, who are born in misery like me — perhaps — you are right; but for me — you have spoiled my life; you have crippled not my body only, but my soul, and have condemned me to sufferings that are nameless and unutterable. "
The dwarf's big head sank on his breast, and with his left hand he pressed his heart.
" What ails you ? " she asked. " I thought it was well with you in Mena's house. " "
father of Mena, his brother-in-law. Fifteen years ago !
a young man then, a youth like any other, only more passionate, more restless and fiery than they. I was given as a plaything to the young Mena, and he harnessed me to his little chariot, and dressed me out with ribbons and feathers, and flogged me
Nemu shook his head, and answered sadly : —
The old woman went up to him kindly.
" You thought so ? cried the dwarf. " You who show me as in a mirror what I am, and how mysterious powers throng and stir in me? You made me what Iam by your arts; you sold me to the treasurer of Rameses, and he gave me to the
I was
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when I did not go fast enough. How the girl — for whom I would have given my life — the porter's daughter, laughed when I, dressed up in motley, hopped panting in front of the chariot, and the young lord's whip whistled in my ears, wringing the sweat from my brow, and the blood from my broken heart. Then Mena's father died, the boy went to school, and I waited on the wife of his steward, whom Katuti banished to Hermonthis. That was a time ! The little daughter of the house made a doll of me, laid me in the cradle, and made me shut my eyes and pretend to sleep, while love and hatred, and great projects were strong within me. If I tried to resist they beat me with rods; and when once, in a rage, I forgot myself, and hit little Mertitefs hard, Mena, who came in, hung me up in the storeroom to a nail by my girdle, and left me to swing there; he said he had for gotten to take me down again. The rats fell upon me; here are the scars, these little white spots here — look! They per haps will some day wear out, but the wounds that my spirit received in those hours have not yet ceased to bleed. Then Mena married Nefert, and, with her, his mother-in-law Katuti came into the house. She took me from the steward, I became indispensable to her; she treats me like a man, she values my
intelligence and listens to my advice — therefore I will make her great, and with her, and through her, I will wax mighty. If Ani mounts the throne, we will guide him — you, and I, and she! Rameses must fall, and with him Mena, the boy who de graded my body and poisoned my soul ! "
During this speech the old woman had stood in silence oppo site the dwarf. Now she sat down on her rough wooden seat, and said, while she proceeded to pluck a lapwing: —
" Now I understand you ; you wish to be revenged. You hope to rise high, and I am to whet your knife, and hold the ladder for you. Poor little man ! There, sit down — drink a gulp of milk to cool you, and listen to my advice. Katuti wants a great deal of money to escape dishonor. She need only pick it up — it lies at her door. "
The dwarf looked at the witch in astonishment. " " The Mohar Paaker is her sister Setchem's son, is he not ? "As you say. "
" Katuti's daughter Nefert is the wife of your master Mena,
and another would like to tempt the neglected little hen into his yard. "
" You mean Paaker, to whom Nefert was promised before she went after Mena. "
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" Paaker was with me the day before yesterday. "
"With you? "
" Yes, with me, with old Hekt — to buy a love philter. I
gave him one, and as I was curious I went after him, saw him give the water to the little lady, and found out her name. "
" And Nefert drank the magic drink ? " asked the dwarf, horrified.
"Vinegar and turnip juice," laughed the old witch. "A lord who comes to me to win a wife is ripe for anything. Let Nefert ask Paaker for the money, and the young scapegrace's debts are paid. "
"Katuti is proud, and repulsed me severely when I pro posed this. "
" Then she must sue to Paaker herself for the money. Go back to him, make him hope that Nefert is inclined to him, tell him what distresses the ladies, and if he refuses, but only if he refuses, let him see that you know something of the little dose. "
The dwarf looked meditatively on the "ground, and then said, looking admiringly at the old woman, That is the right thing. "
" You will find out the lie without my telling you," mumbled the witch ; " your business is not perhaps such a bad one as it seemed to me at first. Katuti may thank the ne'er-do-well who staked his father's corpse. You don't understand me ? Well, if you are really the sharpest of them all over there, what must the others be ? "
" You mean that people will speak well " of my mistress for sacrificing so large a sum for the sake
"Whose sake? why speak well of her? " cried the old woman, impatiently. " Here we deal with other things, with actual facts. There stands Paaker — there the wife of Mena. If the Mohar sacrifices a fortune for Nefert, he will be her master, and Katuti will not stand in his way ; she knows well enough why her nephew pays for her. But some one else stops the way, and that is Mena. It is worth while to get him out of the way. The charioteer stands close to the Pharaoh, and the noose that is flung at one may easily fall round the neck of the other too. Make the Mohar your ally, and it may easily happen that your rat bites may be paid for with mortal wounds, and Rameses who, if you marched against him openly, might blow you to the ground, may be hit by a lance thrown
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from an ambush. When the throne is clear, the weak legs of the regent may succeed in clamoring up to it with the help of the priests. Here you sit — open-mouthed ; and I have told you nothing that you might not have found out for yourself. "
" You are a perfect cask of wisdom ! " exclaimed the dwarf.
" And now you will go away," said Hekt, " and reveal your schemes to your mistress and the regent, and they will be astonished at your cleverness. To-day you still know that I have shown you what you have to do ; to-morrow you will have forgotten it ; and the day after to-morrow you will be lieve yourself possessed by the inspiration of the nine great gods. I know that ; but I cannot give anything for nothing. You live by your smallness, another makes his living with his hard hands, I earn my scanty bread by the thoughts of my brain. Listen ! when you have half won Paaker, and Ani shows himself inclined to make use of him, then say to him that I may know a secret —and I do know one, I alone — which may make the Mohar the sport of his wishes, and that I may be disposed to sell it. "
" That shall be done ! " certainly, mother," cried the dwarf. " What do you wish for ?
"Very little," said the old woman. "Only a permit that makes me free to do and to practice whatever I please, un molested even by the priests, and to receive an honorable burial after my death. "
" The regent will hardly agree to that ; for he must avoid everything that may offend the servants of the gods. "
" And do everything," retorted the old woman, " that can degrade Rameses in their sight. Ani, do you hear, need not write me a new license, but only renew the old one granted to me by Rameses when I cured his favorite horse. They burnt it with my other possessions, when they plundered my house, and denounced me and my belongings for sorcery. The permit of Rameses is what I want, nothing more. "
" You shall have it," said the dwarf. " Good-by ; charged to look into the tomb of our house, and see whether the offerings for the dead are regularly set out ; to pour out fresh essences and have various things renewed. When Sechet has ceased to rage and it is cooler, I shall come by here again, for I should like to call on the paraschites and see how the poor child is. "
I am
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ADDRESS TO THE MUMMY IN BELZONI'S EXHIBITION.
By HORACE SMITH.
[English : 1779-1849 ; joint author with his brother James of "Rejected Addresses. "]
And thou hast walked about (how strange a story ! ) In Thebes' streets three thousand years ago,
When the Memnonium was in all its glory, And time had not begun to overthrow
Those temples, palaces, and piles stupendous, Of which the very ruins are tremendous !
Speak ! for thou long enough hast acted dummy ; Thou hast a tongue, come, let us hear its tune ;
Thou'rt standing on thy legs above ground, mummy ! Revisiting the glimpses of the moon.
Not like thin ghosts or disembodied creatures,
But with thy bones and flesh, and limbs and features.
Tell us — for doubtless thou canst recollect —
To whom should we assign the Sphinx's fame ?
Was Cheops or Cephrenes architect
Of either pyramid that bears his name ?
Is Pompey's pillar really a misnomer ?
Had Thebes a hundred gates, as sung by Homer ?
Perhaps thou wert a mason, and forbidden— By oath to tell the secrets of thy trade, Then say, what secret melody was hidden
In Memnon's statue, which at sunrise played ? Perhaps thou wert a priest, — if so, my struggles Are vain, for priestcraft never owns its juggles.
Perchance that very hand, now pinioned flat,
Has hob-a-nobbed with Pharaoh, glass to glass ;
Or dropped a halfpenny in Homer's hat,
Or doffed thine own to let Queen Dido pass,
Or held, by Solomon's own invitation,
A torch at the great Temple's dedication.
I need not ask thee if that hand, when armed, Has any Roman soldier mauled and knuckled, For thou wert dead, and buried, and embalmed,
Ere Romulus and Remus had been suckled : Antiquity appears to have begun
Long after thy primeval race was run.
The young Rameri looked gayly at the speaker, and said, laughing: —
"We are all much alike, and do more or less willingly what we are compelled, and by preference everything we ought
not.
"A mighty soul — a youth who promises to be a second Snefru, a Thotmes, or even an Ameni? Dost thou know none such in the House of Seti ? " asked the widow.
" Oh, yes ! " cried Rameri, with eager certainty.
" And he is ? " asked Katuti.
" Pentaur, the poet," exclaimed the youth. Bent-Anat's
face glowed with scarlet color, while her brother went on to explain.
" He is noble and of a lofty soul, and all the gods dwell in him when he speaks. Formerly we used to go to sleep in the lecture hall ; but his words carry us away, and if we do not take in the full meaning of his thoughts, yet we feel that they are genuine and noble. "
Bent-Anat breathed quicker at these words, her eyes hung on the boy's lips.
" You know him, Bent-Anat," continued Rameri. " He was with you at the paraschites' house, and in the temple court when Ameni pronounced you unclean. He is as tall and handsome as the god Menth, and I feel that he is one of those whom we can never forget when once we have seen them. Yesterday, after you had left the temple, he spoke as he never spoke before ; he
I feel it burning still. This morning we were informed that he had been sent from the temple, who knows where — and had left us a message of farewell. It was not thought at all necessary to
poured fire into our souls. Do not laugh, Katuti ;
communicate the reason to us ; but we know more than the masters think. He did not reprove you strongly enough, Bent- Anat, and therefore he is driven out of the House of Seti. We have agreed to combine to ask for him to be recalled ; Anana is drawing up a letter to the chief priest, which we shall all sub scribe. It would turn out badl^foi; one alone, but they cannot be at all of us at once. Very likely they will have the sense to recall him. If not, we shall all complain to our fathers, and they are not the meanest in the land. " . . . . ? -. .
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As soon as Bent-Anat had quitted Mena's domain, the dwarf Nemu entered the garden with a letter, and briefly related his adventures ; but in such a comical fashion that both the ladies laughed, and Katuti, with a lively gayety, which was usually foreign to her, while she warned him, at the same time praised his acuteness. She looked at the seal of the letter, and said, —
" This is a lucky day ; it has brought us great things, and
the promise of greater things in the future. " " Nefert came close up to her and said imploringly,
Open
the letter, and see if there is nothing in it from him. "
Katuti unfastened the wax, looked through the letter with
a hasty glance, stroked the cheek of her child, andIsaid, —
" Perhaps your brother has written for him ; see no line
in his handwriting. "
Nefert on her side glanced at the letter, but not to read it,
only to seek some trace of the well-known handwriting of her husband.
Like all the Egyptian women of good family she could read, and during the first two years of her married life she had often — very often — had the opportunity of puzzling, and yet re joicing, over the feeble signs which the iron hand of the charioteer had scrawled on the papyrus for her whose slender fingers could guide the reed pen with firmness and decision.
She examined the letter, and at last said, with tears in her eyes : — I will go to my room, mother. "
"Nothing ! "
Katuti kissed her and said, writes. "
Hear first what your brother
But Nefert shook her head, turned away in silence, and disappeared into the house.
Katuti was not very friendly to her son-in-law, but her heart clung to her handsome, reckless son, the very image of her lost husband, the favorite of women, and the gayest youth among the young nobles who composed the chariot guard of the king. —
How fully he had written to-day reed pen so laboriously.
he who wielded the
This really was a letter ; while usually he only asked in the fewest words for fresh funds for the gratification of his extrava gant tastes.
This time she might look for thanks, for not long since he must have received a considerable supply, which she had
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abstracted from the income of the possessions intrusted to her by her son-in-law.
She began to read.
The cheerfulness with which she had met the dwarf was insincere, and had resembled the brilliant colors of the rainbow, which gleam over the stagnant waters of a bog. A stone falls into the pool, the colors vanish, dim mists rise up, and it be comes foul and cloudy.
The news which her son's letter contained fell, indeed, like a block of stone on Katuti's soul.
Our deepest sorrows always flow from the same source as might have filled us with joy, and those wounds burn the fiercest which are inflicted by a hand we love.
The further Katuti went in the lamentably incorrect epistle — which she could only decipher with difficulty — which her darling had written to her, the paler grew her face, which she several times covered with the trembling hands, from which the letter dropped.
Nemu squatted on the earth near her, and followed all her movements.
When she sprang forward with a heart-piercing scream, and pressed her forehead to a rough palm trunk, he crept up to her, kissed her feet, and exclaimed, with a depth of feeling that overcame even Katuti, who was accustomed to hear only gay or bitter speeches from the lips of her jester : —
" Mistress ! lady ! what has happened? "
Katuti collected herself, turned to him, and tried to speak ; but her pale lips remained closed, and her eyes gazed dimly into vacancy as though a catalepsy had seized her.
" Mistress ! Mistress ! " cried the dwarf again, with growing agitation. " What is the matter ? shall I call thy daughter ? " Katuti made a sign with her hand, and cried feebly, " The
wretches ! the reprobates ! "
Her breath began to come quickly, the blood mounted to
her cheeks and her flashing eyes ; she trod upon the letter, and wept so loud and passionately that the dwarf, who had never before seen tears in her eyes, raised himself timidly, and said in mild reproach, " Katuti ! "
" Why do you call my name so loud ; it is disgraced and degraded. How the nobles and the ladies will rejoice ! Now envy can point at us with spiteful joy — and a minute ago I
She laughed bitterly, and said with a trembling voice :
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was praising this day ! They say one should exhibit one's happiness in the streets, and conceal one's misery ; on the con trary, on the contrary ! Even the gods should not know" of one's hopes and joys, for they too are envious and spiteful !
" Thou speakest of shame, and not of death," said Nemu, " and I learned from thee that one should give nothing up for lost excepting the dead. "
These words had a powerful effect on the agitated woman. Quickly and vehemently she turned upon the dwarf, saying : — "You are clever, and faithful too, so listen! but"if you
were Amon himself there is nothing to be done
" We must try," said Nemu, and his sharp eyes met those
Again she leaned her head against the palm tree.
of his mistress.
" Speak," he said, " and trust me. Perhaps I can be of no
use ; but that I can be silent thou knowest. "
" Before long the children in the streets will talk of what
this tells me," said Katuti, laughing with bitterness, "only Nefert must know nothing of what has happened — nothing, mind ; what is that ? the regent coming ! quick, fly ; tell him
I cannot see him, not now ! I am suddenly taken ill, very ill ; "
No one is to be admitted — no one, do you hear ?
The dwarf went.
When he came back after he had fulfilled his errand, he
found his mistress still in a fever of excitement.
"Listen," she said; "first the smaller matter, then the
frightful, the unspeakable. Rameses loads Mena with marks of his favor. It came to a division of the spoils of war, for the year; a great heap of treasure lay ready for each of his followers, and the charioteer had to choose before all the others. " "
" Well ! echoed Katuti. " Well ! how did the worthy householder care for his belongings at home, how did he seek to relieve his indebted estate ? It is disgraceful, hideous ! He passed by the silver, the gold, the jewels, with a laugh ; and took the captive daughter of the Danaid princes, and led her into his tent. "
" Well? " said the dwarf.
" Shameful ! " muttered the dwarf.
" Poor, poor Nefert ! " cried Katuti, covering her face with
her hands. " " And what more ?
asked Nemu, hastily.
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"That," said Katuti, "that is — but I will keep calm— quite calm and quiet. You know my son. He is heedless, but he loves me and his sister more than anything in the world. I, fool as I was, to persuade him to economy, had vividly described our evil plight, and after that disgraceful conduct of Mena he thought of us and of our anxieties. His share of the booty was small, and could not help us. His comrades threw dice for the shares they had obtained — he staked his to win more for us. He lost — all — all — and at last against an enor mous sum, still thinking of us, and only of us, he staked the mummy of his dead father. He lost. If he does not redeem the pledge before the expiration of the third month, he will fall into infamy, the mummy will belong to the winner, and disgrace and ignominy will be my lot and his. "
Katuti pressed her hands on her face,"the dwarf muttered
to himself, " The gambler and hypocrite ! —
When his mistress had grown calmer, he said:
" It is horrible, yet all is not lost. How much is the"debt ? It sounded like a heavy curse, when Katuti replied, Thirty
Babylonian talents! "
The dwarf cried out, as if an asp had stung him, " Who
dared to bid against such a mad stake ? "
" The Lady Hathor's son, Antef," answered Katuti, " who has
already gambled away the inheritance of his fathers in Thebes. " " He will not remit one"grain of wheat of his claim," cried
the dwarf. " And Mena ?
" How could my son turn to him after what has happened ?
The poor child implores me to ask the assistance of the regent. " " Of the regent ? " said the dwarf, shaking his big head.
" Impossible ? "
" I know, as matters now stand; but his place, his name. "
" Mistress," said the dwarf, and deep purpose rang in the
words, "do not spoil the future for the sake of the present. If thy son loses his honor under King Rameses, the future king, Ani, may restore it to him. If the regent now renders you all an important service, he will regard you as amply paid when our efforts have succeeded, and he sits on the throne. He lets himself be led by thee now because thou hast no need of his help, and dost seem to work only for his sake, and for his elevation. As soon as thou hast appealed to him, and he has assisted thee, all thy confidence and freedom will be gone, and the more difficult he finds it to raise so large a sum of
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money at once, the angrier he will be to think that thou art making use of him. Thou knowest his circumstances. "
" He is in debt," said Katuti. " I know that. "
" Thou shouldst know it," cried the dwarf, " for thou thy self hast forced him to enormous expenses. He has won the people of Thebes with dazzling festive displays; as guardian of Apis he gave a large donation to Memphis; he bestowed thousands on the leaders of the troops sent into Ethiopia, which were equipped by him; what his spies cost him at the camp of the king thou knowest. He has borrowed sums of money from most of the rich men in the country, and that is well, for so many creditors are so many allies. The regent is a bad debtor; but the King Ani, they reckon, will be a grateful payer. "
Katuti looked at the dwarf in astonishment.
"You know men! " she said.
" To my sorrow ! " replied Nemu. " Do not apply to the
regent, and before thou dost sacrifice the labor of years, and thy future greatness, and that of those near to thee, sacrifice thy son's honor. "
"And my husband's and my own? " exclaimed Katuti. "How can you know what that is! Honor is a word that the slave may utter, but whose meaning he can never comprehend; you rub the weals that are raised on you by blows; to me every finger pointed at me in scorn makes a wound like an ash-wood lance with a poisoned tip of brass. Oh, ye holy gods! who can help us? "
The miserable woman pressed her hands over her eyes, as if to shut out the sight of her own disgrace.
The dwarf looked up at her compassionately, and said, in a changed tone : —
" Dost thou remember the diamond which fell out of Nefert's handsomest ring? We hunted for it, and could not find it. Next day, as I was going through the room, I trod on some
I stooped down and found the stone. What the noble organ of sight, the eye, overlooked, the callous despised sole of the foot found; and perhaps the small slave, Nemu, who knows nothing of honor, may succeed in finding a mode of escape which is not revealed to the lofty soul of his mistress ! "
thing hard ;
" What are you thinking of ? " asked Katuti.
" Escape," answered the dwarf. " Is it true that thy sister Setchem has visited thee, and that you are reconciled? "
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" Then go to her. Men are never more helpful than after a reconciliation. The enmity they have driven out seems to leave, as it were, a freshly healed wound which must be touched with caution; and Setchem is of thy own blood, and kind-hearted. "
" She offered me her hand, and I took it ! "
"She is not rich," replied Katuti. "Every palm in her garden comes from her husband, and belongs to her children. "
" Paaker, too, was with you ? "
" Certainly only by the entreaty of his mother — he hates my son-in-law. "
" I know it," muttered the dwarf, " but if Nefert would ask him? "
The widow drew herself up indignantly. She felt that she had allowed the dwarf too much freedom, and ordered him to leave her alone. —
Nemu kissed her robe and asked, timidly :
" Shall I forget that thou hast trusted me, or am I permitted to consider further as to thy son's safety ? "
Katuti stood for a moment undecided, then she said : —
" You were clever enough to find what I carelessly dropped ; perhaps some god may show you what I ought to do. Now leave me. " "
" Wilt thou want me early to-morrow ?
" No. "
" Then" I will go to the Necropolis, and offer a sacrifice. "
" Go ! said Katuti, and went toward the house with the
fatal letter in her hand.
Nemu stayed behind alone ; he looked thoughtfully at the
ground, murmuring to himself : —
" She must not lose her honor ; not at present, or indeed all
will be lost. What is this honor ? We all come into the world without and most of us go to the grave without knowing it, and very good folks notwithstanding. Only few who are rich and idle weave in with the homely stuff of their souls, as the Kuschites do their hair with grease and oils, till forms a cap of which, though disfigures them, they are so proud that they would rather have their ears cut off than the mon strous thing. see, see — but before open my mouth will go to my mother. She knows more than twenty prophets. "
Before the sun had risen the next morning, Nemu got him self ferried over the Nile, with the small white ass which Mena's
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deceased father had given him many years before. He availed himself of the cool hour which precedes the rising of the sun for his ride through the Necropolis.
Well acquainted as he was with every stock and stone, he avoided the highroads which led to the goal of his expedition, and trotted toward the hill which divides the valley of the royal tombs from the plain of the Nile.
Before him opened a noble amphitheater of lofty limestone peaks, the background of the stately terrace-temple which the proud ancestress of two kings of the fallen family, the great Ha- tasu, had erected to their memory, and to the Goddess Hathor.
Nemu left the sanctuary to his left, and rode up the steep hill path which was the nearest way from the plain to the valley of the tombs.
Below him lay a bird's eye view of the terrace building of Hatasu, and before him, still slumbering in cool dawn, was the Necropolis with its houses and temples and colossal statues, the broad Nile glistening with white sails under the morning mist ; and, in the distant east, rosy with the coming sun, stood Thebes and her gigantic temples.
But the dwarf saw nothing of the glorious panorama that lay at his feet ; absorbed in thought, and stooping over the neck of his ass, he let the panting beast climb and rest at its pleasure.
When he had reached half the height of the hill, he perceived the sound of footsteps coming nearer and nearer to him.
The vigorous walker had soon reached him, and bid him good morning, which he civilly returned.
The hill path was narrow, and when Nemu observed that the man who followed him was a priest, he drew up his donkey on a level spot, and said reverently: —
" Pass on, holy father ; for thy two feet carry thee quicker than my four. "
"A sufferer needs my help," replied the leech Nebsecht, Pentaur's friend, whom we have already seen in the House of Seti, and by the bed of the paraschites' daughter ; and he has tened on so as to gain on the slow pace of the rider.
Then rose the glowing disk of the sun above the eastern horizon, and from the sanctuaries below the travelers rose up the pious, many- voiced chant of praise.
Nemu slipped off his ass, and assumed an attitude of prayer ; the priest did the same ; but while the dwarf devoutly fixed his
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eyes on the new birth of the Sun god from the eastern range, the priest's eyes wandered to the earth, and his raised hand fell to pick up a rare fossil shell which lay on the path.
In a few minutes Nebsecht rose, and Nemu followed him.
" It is a fine morning," said the dwarf ; " the holy fathers down there seem more cheerful to-day than usual. "
The surgeon laughed assent. " Do you belong to the Ne cropolis ? " he said. " Who here keeps dwarfs ? "
" No one," answered the little man. " But I will ask thee a question. Who that lives here behind the hill is of so much importance that a leech from the House of Seti sacrifices his night's rest for him ? "
" The one I visit is mean, but the suffering is great," an swered Nebsecht.
Nemu looked at him with admiration, and muttered : —
" That is noble, that is " but he did not finish his speech ; he struck his brow, and exclaimed : —
" You are going, by the desire of the Princess Bent-Anat, to the child of the paraschites that was run over. I guessed as much. The food must have an excellent aftertaste, if a gentle man rises so early to eat it. How is the poor child doing ? "
There was so much warmth in these last words that Neb secht, who had thought the dwarf's reproach uncalled for, an swered, in a friendly tone : —
" Not so badly ; she may be saved. "
" The gods be praised ! " exclaimed Nemu, while the priest
passed on.
Nebsecht went up and down the hillside at a redoubled pace,
and had long taken his place by the couch of the wounded Uarda in the hovel of the paraschites, when Nemu drew near to the abode of his Mother Hekt, from whom Paaker had received the philter.
The old woman sat before the door of her cave.
Near her lay a board, fitted with crosspieces, between which a little boy was stretched in such a way that they touched his head and his feet.
Hekt understood the art of making dwarfs ; playthings in human form were well paid for, and the child on the rack, with his pretty little face, promised to be a valuable article.
As soon as the sorceress saw some one approaching she stooped over the child, took him up, board and all, in her arms, and carried him into the cave. Then she said sternly : —
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" If you move, little one, I will flog you ; now let me tie you. "
" Don't tie me," said the child ; " I will be good, and lie still. "
" Stretch yourself out," ordered the old woman, and tied the child with a rope to the board. " If you are quiet, I'll give you a honey cake by and by, and let you play with the young chickens. "
The child was quiet, and a soft smile of delight and hope sparkled in his pretty eyes. His little hand caught the dress of the old woman, and with the sweetest coaxing tone, which God bestows on the innocent voices of children, he said : —
" I will be as still as a mouse, and no one shall know that I am here ; but if you give me the honey cake you will untie me for a little, and let me go to Uarda. " "
" She is ill—what do you want there ?
" I would take her the cake," said the child, and his eyes glistened with tears.
The old woman touched the child's chin with her finger, and some mysterious power prompted her to bend over him to kiss him. But before her lips had touched his face she turned away, and said, in a hard tone : —
" Lie still ! by and by we will see. " Then she stooped, and threw a brown sack over the child. She went back into the open air, greeted Nemu, entertained him with milk, bread, and honey, gave him news of the girl who had been run over, for he seemed to take her misfortune very much to heart, and finally asked : —
" What brings you here ? The Nile was still narrow when you last found your way to me, and now it has been falling some time [beginning of November]. Are you sent by your mistress, or do you want my help ? All the world is alike. No one goes to see any one else unless he wants to make use of him. What shall I give you ? "
" I want nothing," said the dwarf, " but
"
" You are commissioned by a third person," said the witch, laughing. " It is the same thing. Whoever wants a thing for some one else only thinks of his own interest. "
"May be," said Nemu. "At any rate your words show that yob have- not grown unwiser since I saw you last — and I
am glad of it, for I want your advice. " " "Advice is cheap. What is going on out there ?
Nemu telated - to his mother shortly, clearly, and without reserve,
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what was plotting in his mistress' house, and the frightful disgrace with which she was threatened through her son.
The old woman shook her gray head thoughtfully several times ; but she let the little man go on to the end of his story without interrupting him. Then she asked, and her eyes flashed as she spoke : —
" And you really believe that you will succeed in putting the sparrow on the eagle's perch — Ani on the throne of Rameses ! "
" The troops fighting in Ethiopia are for us," cried Nemu. " The priests declare themselves against the king, and recog nize"in Ani the genuine blood of Ra. "
" That is much," said the old woman.
And many dogs are the death of the gazelle," said Nemu,
laughing.
" But Rameses is not a gazelle to run, but a lion," said the
old woman, gravely. " You are playing a high game. "
" We know it," answered Nemu. " But it is for high stakes
— there is much to win. "
" And all to lose," muttered the old woman, passing her
fingers round her scraggy neck. " Well, do as you please — it is all the same to me who it is sends the young to be killed, and drives the old folks' cattle from the field. What do they want with me ? "
" No one has sent me," answered the dwarf. " I come of my own free fancy to ask you what Katuti must do to save her son and her house from dishonor. "
" Hm ! " hummed the witch, looking at Nemu while she
raised herself on her stick. " What has come to you that you
take the fate of these great people to heart as if it were your own ? "
The dwarf reddened, and answered hesitatingly, "Katuti is a good mistress, and, if things go well with her, there may be windfalls for you and me. "
" A loaf for you, perhaps, and a crumb for me ! " she said. " There is more than that in your mind, and I can read your heart as if you were a ripped-up raven. You are one of those who can never keep their fingers at rest, and must knead every body's dough ; must push, and drive and stir something. Every jacket is too tight for you. If you were three feet taller, and the son of a priest, you might have gone far. High you will
Hekt shook her head doubtfully.
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go, and high you will end ; as the friend of a king— or on the gallows. "
"Ifyou had sent me to school, and if Iwere not the son of a witch, and a dwarf, I would play with men as they played with me ; for I am cleverer than all of them, and none of their plans are hidden from me. A hundred roads lie before me, when they don't know whether to go out or in; and where they rush heedlessly forward I see the abyss that they are run ning to. " "
said the old woman,
The old woman laughed ; but Nemu bit his lips, and said : —
" And nevertheless you come to me ? sarcastically.
" I want your advice," said Nemu, seriously. " Four eyes see more than one, and the impartial looker-on sees clearer than the player; besides, you are bound to help me. " "
The old woman laughed loud in astonishment. "Bound! she said, " I? and to what, if you please ? "
" To help me," replied the dwarf, half in entreaty, and half in reproach. " You deprived me of my growth, and reduced me to a"cripple. "
Because no one is better off than you dwarfs," interrupted the witch.
" You have often said so — and perhaps for many others, who are born in misery like me — perhaps — you are right; but for me — you have spoiled my life; you have crippled not my body only, but my soul, and have condemned me to sufferings that are nameless and unutterable. "
The dwarf's big head sank on his breast, and with his left hand he pressed his heart.
" What ails you ? " she asked. " I thought it was well with you in Mena's house. " "
father of Mena, his brother-in-law. Fifteen years ago !
a young man then, a youth like any other, only more passionate, more restless and fiery than they. I was given as a plaything to the young Mena, and he harnessed me to his little chariot, and dressed me out with ribbons and feathers, and flogged me
Nemu shook his head, and answered sadly : —
The old woman went up to him kindly.
" You thought so ? cried the dwarf. " You who show me as in a mirror what I am, and how mysterious powers throng and stir in me? You made me what Iam by your arts; you sold me to the treasurer of Rameses, and he gave me to the
I was
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when I did not go fast enough. How the girl — for whom I would have given my life — the porter's daughter, laughed when I, dressed up in motley, hopped panting in front of the chariot, and the young lord's whip whistled in my ears, wringing the sweat from my brow, and the blood from my broken heart. Then Mena's father died, the boy went to school, and I waited on the wife of his steward, whom Katuti banished to Hermonthis. That was a time ! The little daughter of the house made a doll of me, laid me in the cradle, and made me shut my eyes and pretend to sleep, while love and hatred, and great projects were strong within me. If I tried to resist they beat me with rods; and when once, in a rage, I forgot myself, and hit little Mertitefs hard, Mena, who came in, hung me up in the storeroom to a nail by my girdle, and left me to swing there; he said he had for gotten to take me down again. The rats fell upon me; here are the scars, these little white spots here — look! They per haps will some day wear out, but the wounds that my spirit received in those hours have not yet ceased to bleed. Then Mena married Nefert, and, with her, his mother-in-law Katuti came into the house. She took me from the steward, I became indispensable to her; she treats me like a man, she values my
intelligence and listens to my advice — therefore I will make her great, and with her, and through her, I will wax mighty. If Ani mounts the throne, we will guide him — you, and I, and she! Rameses must fall, and with him Mena, the boy who de graded my body and poisoned my soul ! "
During this speech the old woman had stood in silence oppo site the dwarf. Now she sat down on her rough wooden seat, and said, while she proceeded to pluck a lapwing: —
" Now I understand you ; you wish to be revenged. You hope to rise high, and I am to whet your knife, and hold the ladder for you. Poor little man ! There, sit down — drink a gulp of milk to cool you, and listen to my advice. Katuti wants a great deal of money to escape dishonor. She need only pick it up — it lies at her door. "
The dwarf looked at the witch in astonishment. " " The Mohar Paaker is her sister Setchem's son, is he not ? "As you say. "
" Katuti's daughter Nefert is the wife of your master Mena,
and another would like to tempt the neglected little hen into his yard. "
" You mean Paaker, to whom Nefert was promised before she went after Mena. "
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" Paaker was with me the day before yesterday. "
"With you? "
" Yes, with me, with old Hekt — to buy a love philter. I
gave him one, and as I was curious I went after him, saw him give the water to the little lady, and found out her name. "
" And Nefert drank the magic drink ? " asked the dwarf, horrified.
"Vinegar and turnip juice," laughed the old witch. "A lord who comes to me to win a wife is ripe for anything. Let Nefert ask Paaker for the money, and the young scapegrace's debts are paid. "
"Katuti is proud, and repulsed me severely when I pro posed this. "
" Then she must sue to Paaker herself for the money. Go back to him, make him hope that Nefert is inclined to him, tell him what distresses the ladies, and if he refuses, but only if he refuses, let him see that you know something of the little dose. "
The dwarf looked meditatively on the "ground, and then said, looking admiringly at the old woman, That is the right thing. "
" You will find out the lie without my telling you," mumbled the witch ; " your business is not perhaps such a bad one as it seemed to me at first. Katuti may thank the ne'er-do-well who staked his father's corpse. You don't understand me ? Well, if you are really the sharpest of them all over there, what must the others be ? "
" You mean that people will speak well " of my mistress for sacrificing so large a sum for the sake
"Whose sake? why speak well of her? " cried the old woman, impatiently. " Here we deal with other things, with actual facts. There stands Paaker — there the wife of Mena. If the Mohar sacrifices a fortune for Nefert, he will be her master, and Katuti will not stand in his way ; she knows well enough why her nephew pays for her. But some one else stops the way, and that is Mena. It is worth while to get him out of the way. The charioteer stands close to the Pharaoh, and the noose that is flung at one may easily fall round the neck of the other too. Make the Mohar your ally, and it may easily happen that your rat bites may be paid for with mortal wounds, and Rameses who, if you marched against him openly, might blow you to the ground, may be hit by a lance thrown
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from an ambush. When the throne is clear, the weak legs of the regent may succeed in clamoring up to it with the help of the priests. Here you sit — open-mouthed ; and I have told you nothing that you might not have found out for yourself. "
" You are a perfect cask of wisdom ! " exclaimed the dwarf.
" And now you will go away," said Hekt, " and reveal your schemes to your mistress and the regent, and they will be astonished at your cleverness. To-day you still know that I have shown you what you have to do ; to-morrow you will have forgotten it ; and the day after to-morrow you will be lieve yourself possessed by the inspiration of the nine great gods. I know that ; but I cannot give anything for nothing. You live by your smallness, another makes his living with his hard hands, I earn my scanty bread by the thoughts of my brain. Listen ! when you have half won Paaker, and Ani shows himself inclined to make use of him, then say to him that I may know a secret —and I do know one, I alone — which may make the Mohar the sport of his wishes, and that I may be disposed to sell it. "
" That shall be done ! " certainly, mother," cried the dwarf. " What do you wish for ?
"Very little," said the old woman. "Only a permit that makes me free to do and to practice whatever I please, un molested even by the priests, and to receive an honorable burial after my death. "
" The regent will hardly agree to that ; for he must avoid everything that may offend the servants of the gods. "
" And do everything," retorted the old woman, " that can degrade Rameses in their sight. Ani, do you hear, need not write me a new license, but only renew the old one granted to me by Rameses when I cured his favorite horse. They burnt it with my other possessions, when they plundered my house, and denounced me and my belongings for sorcery. The permit of Rameses is what I want, nothing more. "
" You shall have it," said the dwarf. " Good-by ; charged to look into the tomb of our house, and see whether the offerings for the dead are regularly set out ; to pour out fresh essences and have various things renewed. When Sechet has ceased to rage and it is cooler, I shall come by here again, for I should like to call on the paraschites and see how the poor child is. "
I am
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ADDRESS TO THE MUMMY IN BELZONI'S EXHIBITION.
By HORACE SMITH.
[English : 1779-1849 ; joint author with his brother James of "Rejected Addresses. "]
And thou hast walked about (how strange a story ! ) In Thebes' streets three thousand years ago,
When the Memnonium was in all its glory, And time had not begun to overthrow
Those temples, palaces, and piles stupendous, Of which the very ruins are tremendous !
Speak ! for thou long enough hast acted dummy ; Thou hast a tongue, come, let us hear its tune ;
Thou'rt standing on thy legs above ground, mummy ! Revisiting the glimpses of the moon.
Not like thin ghosts or disembodied creatures,
But with thy bones and flesh, and limbs and features.
Tell us — for doubtless thou canst recollect —
To whom should we assign the Sphinx's fame ?
Was Cheops or Cephrenes architect
Of either pyramid that bears his name ?
Is Pompey's pillar really a misnomer ?
Had Thebes a hundred gates, as sung by Homer ?
Perhaps thou wert a mason, and forbidden— By oath to tell the secrets of thy trade, Then say, what secret melody was hidden
In Memnon's statue, which at sunrise played ? Perhaps thou wert a priest, — if so, my struggles Are vain, for priestcraft never owns its juggles.
Perchance that very hand, now pinioned flat,
Has hob-a-nobbed with Pharaoh, glass to glass ;
Or dropped a halfpenny in Homer's hat,
Or doffed thine own to let Queen Dido pass,
Or held, by Solomon's own invitation,
A torch at the great Temple's dedication.
I need not ask thee if that hand, when armed, Has any Roman soldier mauled and knuckled, For thou wert dead, and buried, and embalmed,
Ere Romulus and Remus had been suckled : Antiquity appears to have begun
Long after thy primeval race was run.
