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the lake of the land of the Amorites.
miserable king of Khita was in the midst of his warriors which were with him. But his hand was not so bold as to venture on battle with Pharaoh. Therefore he drew away the horsemen and the chariots which were numerous as the sand. And they stood three men on each war chariot, and there were assembled in one spot the best heroes of the army of Khita, well appointed with all weapons for the fight.
They did not dare to advance. They stood in ambush to the northwest of the town of Kadesh. Then they went out from Kadesh, on the side of the south, and threw themselves into the midst of the legion of Pra-Hormakhu, which gave way, and was not prepared for the fight. Then Pharaoh's warriors and chariots gave way before them. And Pharaoh had placed him self to the north of the town of Kadesh, on the west side of the river Arunatha. Then they came to tell the king. Then the king arose, like his father Month ; he grasped his weapons and put on his armor, just like Baal in his time. And the noble pair of horses which carried Pharaoh, and whose name was "Victory in Thebes," they were from the court of King Ramses Miamun. When the king had quickened his course, he rushed into the midst of the hostile hosts of Khita, all alone, no other was with him. When Pharaoh had done this, he looked behind him and found himself surrounded by 2500 pairs of horses, and his retreat was beset by the bravest heroes of the king of the miserable Khita, and by all the numerous peoples which were with him, of Arathu, of Masu, of Pidasa, of Kesh
And the king called to Behold, they were at At the same time the
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kesh, of Malunna, of Qazauadana, of Khilibu, of Akerith, of Kadesh, and of Leka. And there were three men on each chariot, and they were all gathered together.
" And not one of my princes, not one of my captains of the chariots, not one of my chief men, not one of my knights was there. My warriors and my chariots had abandoned me, not one of them was there to take part in the battle. . . .
[Thus spake the king : —]
" I hurled the dart with my right hand, I fought with my left hand. I was like Baal in his time before their sight. I
had found 2500 pairs of horses ;
but they were dashed in pieces before my horses. Not one of them raised his hand to fight ; their courage was sunken in their breasts, their limbs gave way, they could not hurl the dart, nor had they the courage to thrust with the spear. I made them fall into the waters just as the crocodiles fall in. They tumbled down on their faces one after another. I killed them at my pleasure, so that not one looked back behind him, nor did another turn round. Each one fell, he raised himself not up again.
I was in the midst of them ;
" There stood still the miserable king of Khita in the midst of his warriors and his chariots, to behold the fight of the king. He was all alone ; not one of his warriors, not one of his chariots was with him. There he turned round for fright be fore the king. Thereupon he sent the princes in great numbers, each of them with his chariot, well equipped with all kinds of offensive weapons : the king of Arathu and him of Masa, the king of Malunna and him of Leka, the king of the Dardani and him of Keshkesh, the king of Qarqamash and him of Khilibi. There were altogether the brothers of the king of Khita united in one place, to the number of 2500 pairs of horses. They forthwith rushed right on, their countenance directed to the flame of fire [i. e. my face].
"I rushed down upon them. Like Monthu was I. I let them taste my hand in the space of a moment. I dashed them down, and killed them where they stood. Then cried out one of them to his neighbor, saying : ' This is no man. Ah ! woe to us ! He who is in our midst is Sutekh, the glorious : Baal is in all his limbs. Let us hasten and flee before him. Let us save our lives ; let us try our breath. ' "
As soon as any one attacked him, his hand fell down and every limb of his body. They could not aim either the bow or
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the spear. They only looked at him as he came on in his head long career from afar. The king was behind them like a
griffin. —
[Thus spake the king
" I struck them down ; they did not escape me. I lifted
]
up my voice to my warriors and to my charioteers, and spake to them, ' Halt ! stand ! take courage, my warriors, my chari oteers ! Look upon my victory. I am alone, but Amon is my helper, and his hand is with me. '
" When Menna, my charioteer, beheld with his eyes how many pairs of horses surrounded me, his courage left him, and his heart was afraid. Evident terror and great fright took possession of his whole body. Immediately he spake to me : ' My gracious lord, thou brave king, thou guardian of the Egyptians in the day of battle, protect us. We stand alone in the midst of enemies. Stop, to save the breath of life for us. Give us deliverance, protect us, O King Ramses Miamun. ' "
Then spake the king to his charioteer : " Halt ! stand ! take
Irioteer. I will dash myself down among them courage, my cha
as the sparrow hawk dashes down. I will slay them, I will cut
will dash them to the ground in the dust. Why then is such a thought in thy heart ? These are unclean
ones for Amon, wretches who do not acknowledge the god. " And the king hurried onwards. He charged down upon the
hostile hosts of Khita. For the sixth time, when he charged upon them [says the king] : " There was I like to Baal behind them in his time, when he has strength. I killed them ; none escaped me. "
" The diadem of the royal snake adorned my head. It spat fire and glowing flame in the face of my enemies. I appeared like the sun god at his rising in the early morning. My shining beams were a consuming fire for the limbs of the wicked. They cried out to one another, ' Take care, do not fall ! For the powerful snake of royalty, which accompanies him, has placed itself on his horse. It helps him. Every one who comes in his way and falls " down there comes forth fire and flame to consume his body. '
And they remained afar off, and threw themselves down on the earth to entreat the king in the sight [of his army]. And the king had power over them and slew them without their
them in pieces,
[The king gives his officers a tongue lashing for leaving him in the lurch. The next morning the battle is renewed. ]
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being able to escape. As bodies tumbled before his horses, so they lay there stretched out all together in their blood.
Then the king of the hostile people of Khita sent a messenger to pray piteously to the great name o : the king, speaking thus : " Thou art Ra-Hormakhu. Thou art Sutekh the glorious, the son of Nut, Baal in his time. Thy terror is upon the land of Khita, for thou hast broken the neck of Khita forever and ever. "
Thereupon he allowed his messenger" to enter. He bore a writing in his hand with the address, To the great double name ofthe king":—
"May this suffice for the satisfaction of the heart of the holiness of the royal house, the Sun-Horus, the mighty Bull, who loves justice, the great lord, the protector of his people, the brave with his arm, the rampart of his life guards in the day of battle, the king Ramses Miamun.
"The servant speaks, he makes known to Pharaoh, my gracious lord, the beautiful son of Ra-Hormakhu, as follows : — " Since thou art the son of Amon, from whose body thou art
sprung, so has he granted to thee all the peoples together.
" The people of Egypt and the people of Khita ought to be
brothers together as thy servants. Let them be at thy feet. The sun god Ra has granted thee the best [people]. Do us no injury, glorious spirit, whose anger weighs upon the people of Khita.
" Would it be good if thou shouldst wish to kill thy serv ants, whom thou hast brought under thy power? Thy look is terrible, and thou art not mildly disposed. Calm thyself. Yesterday thou earnest and hast slain hundreds of thousands. Thou comest to-day, and none will be left remaining [to serve
thee].
" Do not carry out thy purpose, thou mighty king. Better
is peace than war. Give us freedom. "
Then the king turned back in a gentle humor, like his father
Monthu in his time, and Pharaoh assembled all the leaders of the army and of the chariot fighters and of the life guards. And when they were all assembled together in one place, they were permitted to hear the contents of the message which the great king of Khita had sent to him. [When they had heard] these words, which the messenger of the king of Khita had brought as his embassy to Pharaoh, then they answered and spake thus to the king : —
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" Excellent, excellent is that ! Let thy anger pass away, O great lord our king ! He who does not accept peace must offer it. Who would content thee in the day of thy wrath ? "
Then the king gave order to listen to the words of him, and he let his hands rest, in order to return to the south. Then the king went in peace to the land of Egypt with his princes, with his army, and his charioteers, in serene humor, in the sight of his [people]. All countries feared the power of the king, as of the lord of both the worlds. It had protected his own warriors. All peoples came at his name, and their kings fell down to pray before his beautiful countenance. The king reached the city of Ramses Miamun, the great worshiper of Ra-Hormakhu, and rested in his palace in the most serene humor, just like the sun on his throne. And Amon came to greet him, speaking thus to him : " Be thou blessed, thou our son, whom we love, Ramses Miamun ! May they [the gods] secure to him without end many thirty-years' feasts of jubilee forever on the chair of his father Turn, and may all lands be under his feet ! "
[The cowering terror of the "miserable king of the Khitas" would seem to have been overdrawn, as an alliance was concluded between him and Barneses on exactly equal terms (including a mutual extradition treaty), and cemented by a royal marriage. ]
THE MIRAGE IN EGYPT.
By THEODORE WATTS-DUNTON.
Beneath the sand-storm, John the Pilgrim prays ; But when he rises, lo ! an Eden smiles,
Green cedarn slopes, meadows of camomiles,
Claspt in a silvery river's winding maze.
" Water, water ! Blessed be God ! " he says,
And totters gasping toward those happy isles.
Then all is fled ! Over the sandy piles
The bald-eyed vultures come and stand and gaze. " God heard me not," says he ; " blessed be God,"
And dies. But as he nears the Pearly Strand,
Heav'n's outer coast where waiting angels stand, He looks below. " Farewell, thou hooded clod,
Brown corpse the vultures tear on bloody sand," God heard my prayer for life — blessed be God !
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CONSPIRACY AND SORCERY By geokg ebers.
From "Uarda. "
[Gborg Mobitz Ebers : German Egyptologist and novelist ; born at Berlin, March 1, 1837. He was educated at Gottingen and Berlin, and lectured for a while at Jena. In 1870 he became professor of Egyptian archaeology at Leipsic, resigning in 1889 on account of ill health. Besides several important works on Egyptology, he has published a series of historical novels treating of ancient Egyptian life, which have enjoyed extraordinary popularity not only in Ger many but in other countries. The best known are : " An Egyptian Princess," "Uarda," "Homo Sum," " The Sisters," "Serapis," "The Bride of the Nile," and "Cleopatra. " Also popular are: "In the Fire of the Forge," "The Burgomaster's Wife," and "Gred. "]
The house of the charioteer Mena resembled the neighbor ing estate of Paaker, though the buildings were less new, the gay paint on the pillars and walls was faded, and the large garden lacked careful attention. In the vicinity of the house only, a few well-kept beds blazed with splendid flowers, and the open colonnade, which was occupied by Katuti and her daughter, was furnished with royal magnificence.
The elegantly carved seats were made of ivory, the tables of ebony, and they, as well as the couches, had gilt feet. The artistically worked Syrian drinking vessels on the sideboard, tables, and consoles were of many forms ; beautiful vases full of flowers stood everywhere ; rare perfumes rose from alabaster cups, and the foot sank in the thick pile of the carpets which covered the floor. And over the apparently careless arrange ment of these various objects there reigned a peculiar charm, an indescribably fascinating something.
Stretched at full length on a couch, and playing with a silky-haired white cat, lay the fair Nef ert, — fanned to coolness by a negro girl, — while her mother Katuti nodded a last fare well to her sister Setchem and to Paaker.
Both had crossed this threshold for the first time for four years ; that is, since the marriage of Mena with Nefert, and the old enmity seemed now to have given way to heartfelt reconciliation and mutual understanding.
After the pioneer and his mother had disappeared behind the pomegranate shrubs at the entrance of the garden, Katuti turned to her daughter and said : —
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" Who would have thought it yesterday ? I believe Paaker loves you still. "
Nefert colored, and exclaimed softly, while she hit the kitten gently with her fan, —
" Mother ! "
Katuti smiled.
She was a tall woman, of noble demeanor, whose sharp but
delicately cut features and sparkling eyes could still assert some pretensions to feminine beauty. She wore a long robe, which reached below her ankles ; it was of costly material, but dark in color, and of a studied simplicity. Instead of the ornaments in bracelets, anklets, ear and finger rings, in neck laces and clasps, which most of the Egyptian ladies — and indeed her own sister and daughter — were accustomed to wear, she had only fresh flowers, which were never wanting in the garden of her son-in-law. Only a plain gold diadem, the badge of her royal descent, always rested, from early morning till late at night, on her high brow — for a woman too high, though nobly formed — and confined the long, blue black hair, which fell unbraided down her back, as if its owner contemned the vain labor of arranging it artistically. But nothing in her exterior was unpremeditated, and the unbe- jeweled wearer of the diadem, in her plain dress, and with her royal figure, was everywhere sure of being observed, and of finding imitators of her dress, and indeed of her demeanor.
And yet Katuti had long lived in need ; ay, at the very hour when we first make her acquaintance she had little of her own, but lived on the estate of her son-in-law as his guest, and as the administrator of his possessions ; and before the marriage of her daughter she had lived with her children in a house belonging to her sister Setchem.
She had been the wife of her own brother, who had died young, and who had squandered the greatest part of the pos sessions which had been left to him by the new royal family, in an extravagant love of display.
When she became a widow, she was received as a sister, with her children, by her brother-in-law, Paaker's father. She lived in a house of her own, enjoyed the income of an estate assigned to her by the old Mohar, and left to her son-in-law the care of educating her son, a handsome and overbearing lad, with all the claims and pretensions of a youth of distinc tion.
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Such great benefits would have oppressed and disgraced the proud Katuti, if she had been content with them and in every way agreed with the giver. But this was by no means the case ; rather, she believed that she might pretend to a more brilliant outward position, felt herself hurt when her heedless son while he attended school was warned to work more seri ously, as he would by and by have to rely on his own skill and his own strength. And it had wounded her when occa sionally her brother-in-law had suggested economy, and had reminded her, in his straightforward way, of her narrow means, and the uncertain future of her children.
At this she was deeply offended, for she ventured to say that her relatives could never, with all their gifts, compensate for the insults they heaped upon her ; and thus taught them by experience that we quarrel with no one more readily than with the benefactor whom we can never repay for all the good he bestows on us.
Nevertheless, when her brother-in-law asked the hand of her daughter for his son, she willingly gave her consent.
Nefert and Paaker had grown up together, and by this union she foresaw that she could secure her own future and that of her children.
Shortly after the death of the Mohar, the charioteer Mena had proposed for Nefert's hand, but would have been refused if the king himself had not supported the suit of his favorite officer. After the wedding, she retired with Nefert to Mena's house, and undertook, while he was at the war, to manage his great estates, which, however, had been greatly burdened with debt by his father.
Fate put the means into her hands of indemnifying herself and her children for many past privations, and she availed her self of them to gratify her innate desire to be esteemed and admired ; to obtain admission for her son, splendidly equipped, into a company of chariot warriors of the highest class ; and to surround her daughter with princely magnificence.
When the regent, who had been a friend of her late hus band, removed into the palace of the Pharaohs, he made her advances, and the clever and decided woman knew how to make herself at first agreeable, and finally indispensable, to the vacillating man.
She availed herself of the circumstance that she, as well as he, was descended from the old royal house to pique his ambi
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tion, and to open to him a view, which, even to think of, he would have considered forbidden as a crime, before he became intimate with her.
Ani's suit for the hand of the Princess Bent-Anat was Katuti's work. She hoped that the Pharaoh would refuse, and personally offend the regent, and so make him more inclined to tread the dangerous road which she was endeavoring to smooth for him. The dwarf Nemu was her pliant tool.
She had not initiated him into her projects by any words ; he, however, gave utterance to every impulse of her mind in free language, which was punished only with blows from a fan, and, only the day before, had been so audacious as to say that if the Pharaoh were called Ani instead of Rameses, Katuti would be not a queen but a goddess, for she would then have not to obey, but rather to guide, the Pharaoh, who indeed him self was related to the immortals.
Katuti did not observe her daughter's blush, for she was looking anxiously out at the garden gate, and said : —
" Where can Nemu be ? There must be some news arrived for us from the army. "
" "Mena has not written for so long," Nefert said softly.
Ah ! here is the steward. "
Katuti turned to the officer, who had entered the veranda
through a side door. "
" What do you bring ?
"The dealer Abscha," was the answer, "presses for pay
"
and already so much has been delivered to the dealers that scarcely enough remains over for the maintenance of the house hold and for sowing. "
" But, madam," said the steward, sorrowfully, " only yester day we again sold a herd to the Mohar ; and the water wheels must be turned, and the corn must be thrashed, and we need beasts for sacrifice, and milk, butter, and cheese for the use of the house, and dung for firing. "
" It must be," she said presently. " Ride to Hermonthis, and say to the keeper of the stud that he must have ten of Mena's golden bays driven over here. "
" Then pay with beasts. "
Katuti looked thoughtfully at the ground.
she asked.
ment. The new Syrian chariot and the purple cloth
" Sell some corn," ordered Katuti.
" Impossible, for the tribute to the temples is not yet paid,
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" I have already spoken to him," said the steward, " but he maintains that Mena strictly forbade him to part with even one of the horses, for he is proud of the stock. Only for the chariot
"
of the lady Nefert
"I require obedience," said Katuti, decidedly, and cut
ting short the steward's words, "and I expect the horses to morrow. "
" But the stud master is a daring man, whom Mena looks
upon as indispensable, and he
" I command here, and not the absent," cried Katuti, en
raged, " and I require the horses in spite of the former orders of my son-in-law. "
Nefert, during this conversation, pulled herself up from her indolent attitude. On hearing the last words she rose from her couch, and said, with a decision which surprised even her mother : —
"
" The orders of my husband must be obeyed. The horses that Mena loves shall stay in their stalls. Take this armlet that the king gave me ; it is worth more than twenty horses. "
The steward examined the trinket, richly set with precious stones, and looked inquiringly at Katuti. She shrugged her shoulders, nodded consent, and said : —
" Abscha shall hold it as a pledge till Mena's booty arrives. For a year your husband has sent nothing of importance. "
When the steward was gone, Nefert stretched herself again on her couch and said, wearily : —.
"I thought we were rich. "
" We might be," said Katuti, bitterly ; but as she perceived that Nefert's cheeks were again glowing, she said amiably : " Our high rank imposes great duties on us. Princely blood flows in our veins, and the eyes of the people are turned on the wife of the most brilliant hero in the king's army. They shall not say that she is neglected by her husband. How long Mena remains away ! "
" I hear a noise in the court," said Nefert. '* The regent is coming. "
Katuti turned again toward the garden.
A breathless slave rushed in, and announced that Bent- Anat, the daughter of the king, had dismounted at the gate, and was approaching the garden with the Prince Rameri. . . .
Katuti looked down reflectively. Then she said, "The regent certainly likes very well to pass his hours of leisure
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with me, gossiping or playing draughts, but I do not know that I should dare to speak to him of so grave a matter. "
"Marriage projects are women's affairs," said Bent-Anat, smiling.
" But the marriage of a princess is a state event," replied the widow. " In this case, it is true, the uncle only courts his niece, who is dear to him, and who he hopes will make the sec ond half of his life the brightest. Ani is kind and without severity. Thou wouldst win in him a husband who would wait on thy looks, and bow willingly to thy strong will. ""
Bent-Anat's eyes flashed, and she hastily exclaimed : That is exactly what forces the decisive, irrevocable ' no ' to my lips. Do you think that because I am as proud as my mother, and resolute like my father, that I wish for a husband whom I could
govern and lead as I would ? How little you know me ! will be obeyed by my dogs, my servants, my officers, if the gods so will it, by my children. Abject beings, who will kiss my feet, I meet on every road, and can buy by the hundred, if I wish it, in the slave market. I may be courted twenty times, and reject twenty suitors, but not because I fear that they might bend my pride and my will; on the contrary, because I feel them increased. The man to whom I could wish to offer my hand must be of a loftier stamp, must be greater, firmer, and
I
; and I will flutter after the mighty wing strokes of his spirit, and smile at my own weakness, and glory in admir ing his superiority. "
better than I
Katuti listened to the maiden with the smile by which the experienced love to signify their superiority over the visionary. " "Ancient times may have produced such men," she said.
But if in these days thou thinkest to find one, thou wilt wear the lock of youth till thou art gray. Our thinkers are no he roes, and our heroes are no sages. Here come thy brother and Nefert. "
"Will you persuade Ani to give up his suit? " said the princess, urgently.
"I will endeavor to do so, for thy sake," replied Katuti. Then, turning half to the young Rameri and half to his sister, she said : —
" The chief of the House of Seti, Ameni, was in his youth such a man as thou paintest, Bent-Anat. Tell us, thou son of Rameses, that art growing up under the young sycamores, which shall some day overshadow the land — whom dost thou
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esteem the highest among thy companions ? 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!