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"May the One, the All-Powerful, bless thee, Rameses,--He who has no name in human speech, or statue in a temple."
Both young men bent forward in astonishment.
"Who art thou?" called out the prince.
"I am the injured people of Egypt," replied the voice, slowly and with calmness.
Then all was silent. No motion, no rustle of branches betrayed human presence in that place.
At command of Rameses servants rushed out with torches, the dogs were unchained, and every bush around the house was searched. But they found no one.
"Who could that have been, Tutmosis?" asked the prince, with emotion.
"Perhaps it was the ghost of that slave who hanged himself?"
"I have never heard ghosts talking, though I have been on guard at temples and tombs more than once. I should think, rather, that he who has just called to us is some friend of thine."
"Why should he hide?"
"But what harm is that to thee? Each one of us has tens, if not hundreds, of invisible enemies. Thank the G.o.ds, then, that thou hast even one invisible friend."
"I shall not sleep to-night," whispered the excited prince.
"Be calm. Instead of running along the terrace listen to me and lie down. Thou wilt see Sleep--that is a deliberate divinity, and it does not befit him to chase after those who run with the pace of a deer. If thou wilt lie down on a comfortable couch, Sleep, who loves comfort, will sit near thee and cover thee with his great mantle, which covers not only men's eyes, but their memories."
Thus speaking, Tutmosis placed Rameses on a couch; then he brought an ivory pillow shaped like a crescent, and arranging the prince, placed his head on this pillow.
Then he let down the canvas walls of the tent, laid himself on the floor, and both were asleep in some minutes.
CHAPTER VI
The entrance to the pharaoh's palace at Memphis was through a gate placed between two lofty towers or pylons. The external walls of these buildings were of gray sandstone covered from foundation to summit with bas-reliefs.
At the top of the gate rose the arms of the state, or its symbol: a winged globe, from behind which appeared two serpents. Lower down sat a series of G.o.ds to which the pharaohs were bringing offerings. On side pillars images of the G.o.ds were cut out also in five rows, one above the other, while below were hieroglyphic inscriptions.
On the walls of each pylon the chief place was occupied by a flat sculpture of Rameses the Great, who held in one hand an uplifted axe and grasped in the other, by the hair of the head, a crowd of people tied in a bundle, like parsley. Above the king stood or sat two rows of G.o.ds; still higher, a line of people with offerings; at the very summit of the pylons were winged serpents intertwined with scarabs.
Those pylons with walls narrowing toward the top, the gate which connected them, the flat sculptures in which order was mingled with gloomy fantasy and piety with cruelty, produced a tremendous impression. It seemed difficult to enter that place, impossible to go out, and a burden to live there.
From the gate, before which stood troops and a throng of small officials, those who entered came into a court surrounded by porticos resting on pillars. That was an ornamental garden, in which were cultivated aloes, palms, pomegranates, and cedars in pots, all placed in rows and selected according to size. In the middle shot up a fountain; the paths were sprinkled with colored sand.
Under the gallery sat or walked higher officials of the state, speaking in low tones.
From the court, through a high door, the visitor pa.s.sed to a hall of twelve lofty columns. The hall was large, but as the columns also were large, the hall seemed diminutive. It was lighted by small windows in the walls and through a rectangular opening in the roof. Coolness and shade prevailed there; the shade was almost a gloom, which did not, however, prevent him who entered from seeing the yellow walls and pillars, covered with lines of paintings. At the top leaves and flowers were represented; lower down, the G.o.ds; still lower, people who carried their statues or brought them offerings; and between these groups were lines of hieroglyphs.
All this was painted in clear, almost glaring colors,--green, red, and blue.
In this hall, with its varied mosaic pavement, stood in silence, white robed and barefoot, the priests, the highest dignitaries of State, Herhor, the minister of war, also the leaders Nitager and Patrokles, who had been summoned to the presence of the pharaoh.
His holiness Rameses XII., as usual before he held council, was placing offerings before the G.o.ds in his chapel. This continued rather long. Every moment some priest or official ran in from the more distant chambers and communicated news touching the course of the service.
"The lord has broken the seal to the chapel-- He is was.h.i.+ng the sacred divinity-- Now he is putting it away-- Now he has closed the door--"
On the faces of courtiers, notwithstanding their offices, concern and humility were evident. But Herhor was indifferent, Patrokles impatient, and Nitager now and then disturbed with his deep voice the solemn silence. After every such impolite sound from the old leader, the courtiers moved, like frightened sheep, and looked at one another, as if saying,--
"This rustic has been hunting barbarians all his life, we may pardon him."
From remoter chambers were heard the sound of bells and the clatter of weapons. Into the hall came in two ranks some tens of the guard in gilt helmets, in breastplates, and with drawn swords, next two ranks of priests, and at last appeared the pharaoh, carried in a litter, surrounded by clouds of smoke and incense.
The ruler of Egypt, Rameses XII., was nearly sixty years old. His face was withered. He wore a white mantle; on his head was a red and white cap with a golden serpent; in his hand he held a long staff.
When the retinue showed itself, all present fell on their faces, except Patrokles, who, as a barbarian, stopped at a low bow, while Nitager knelt on one knee, but soon rose again.
The litter stopped before a baldachin under which was an ebony throne on an elevation. The pharaoh descended slowly from the litter, looked awhile at those present, and then, taking his seat on the throne, gazed fixedly at the cornice on which was painted a rose-colored globe with blue wings and green serpents.
On the right of the pharaoh stood the chief scribe, on the left a judge with a staff; both wore immense wigs.
At a sign from the judge all sat down or knelt on the pavement, while the scribe said to the pharaoh,--
"Our lord and mighty ruler! Thy servant Nitager, the great guard on the eastern boundary, has come to render thee homage, and has brought tribute from conquered nations: a vase of green stone filled with gold, three hundred oxen, a hundred horses, and the fragrant wood teshep."
"That is a mean tribute, my lord," said Nitager. "Real treasures we can find only on the Euphrates, where splendid kings, though weak so far, need much to be reminded of Rameses the Great."
"Answer my servant Nitager," said the pharaoh to the scribe, "that his words will be taken under careful consideration. But now ask him what he thinks of the military ability of my son and heir, whom he had the honor of meeting near Pi-Bailos yesterday."
"Our lord, the master of nine nations, asks thee, Nitager--" began the scribe.
But the leader interrupted quickly, to the great dissatisfaction of the courtiers,--
"I hear myself what my lord says. Only the heir to the throne could be his mouth when he turns to me; not thou, chief scribe."
The scribe looked with consternation at the daring leader, but the pharaoh answered,--
"My faithful Nitager speaks truth."
The minister of war bowed.
Now the judge announced to all present--to the priests, the officials, and the guards that--they might go to the palace courtyard; and he himself, bowing to the throne, was the first to go thither. In the hall remained only the pharaoh, Herhor, and the two leaders.
"Incline thy ears, O sovereign, and listen to complaints," began Nitager. "This morning the official priest, who came at thy command to anoint my hair, told me that in going to thee I was to leave my sandals in the entrance hall. Meanwhile it is known, not only in Upper and Lower Egypt, but in the Hitt.i.te country, Libya, Phnicia, and the land of Punt, that twenty years ago thou didst give me the right to stand before thee in sandals."
"Thou speakest truth," said the pharaoh. "Various disorders have crept into the court ceremonial."
"Only give command, O king, and my veterans will produce order immediately," added Nitager.