"How is it that you, who live in Thebes in a rich palace, surrounded by slaves, and whom the handsomest among the Egyptians desire,--how is it you have chosen to love me, a son of a race reduced to slavery, a stranger who does not share your religious beliefs and who is separated from you by so great a distance?"
Ra"hel and Tahoser smiled, and the high-priest"s daughter replied,--
"That is the very reason."
"Although I enjoy the favour of the Pharaoh, although I am the steward of his domains and wear gilded horns in the festivals of agriculture, I cannot rise to you. In the eyes of the Egyptians I am but a slave, and you belong to the priestly caste, the highest and most venerated. If you love me--and I cannot doubt that you do--you must give up your rank."
"Have I not already become your servant? Hora kept nothing of Tahoser, not even the enamelled collars and the transparent gauze calasiris; that is why you thought me ugly."
"You will have to give up your country and follow me to unknown regions, through the desert where burns the sun, where blows the fire-wind, where the moving sand tangles and effaces the paths, where no tree grows, where no well springs, through the lost valleys of death strewn with whitened bones that mark the way."
"I shall go," said Tahoser, quietly.
"That is not all," continued Poeri. "Your G.o.ds are not mine,--your G.o.ds of bra.s.s, basalt, and granite, fashioned by the hand of man, your monstrous idols with heads of eagle, monkey, ibis, cow, jackal, and lion, which a.s.sume the faces of beasts as if they were troubled by the human face on which rests the reflection of Jehovah. It is said, "Thou shalt worship neither stone nor wood nor metal." Within these temples cemented with the blood of oppressed races grin and crouch the hideous, foul demons which usurp the libations, the offerings, and the sacrifices. One only G.o.d, infinite, eternal, formless, colourless, fills the immensity of the heavens which you people with a mult.i.tude of phantoms. Our G.o.d has created us; you have created your G.o.ds."
Although Tahoser was deeply in love with Poeri, his words affected her strangely, and she drew back in terror. The daughter of the high-priest had been brought up to venerate the G.o.ds whom the young Hebrew was boldly blaspheming; she had offered up on their altars bouquets of flowers, and she had burned perfumes before their impa.s.sible images; amazed and delighted, she had walked through their temples splendid with brilliant paintings. She had seen her father performing the mysterious rites; she had followed the procession of priests who bore the symbolic bari through the enormous pylons and the endless sphinx avenues; she had admired tremblingly the psychostasis where the trembling soul appears before Osiris armed with the whip and the pedum, and she had noted with a dreamy glance the frescoes representing the emblematic figures travelling towards the regions of the West. She could not thus yield up all her beliefs. She was silent for a few moments, hesitating between religion and love. Love won the day, and she said:
"You shall tell me of your G.o.d; I will try to understand him."
"It is well," said Poeri; "you shall be my wife. Meanwhile remain here, for the Pharaoh, no doubt in love with you, is having you sought everywhere by his emissaries. He will never discover you under this humble roof, and in a few days we shall be out of his power. But the night is waning and I must depart."
Poeri went off, and the two young women, lying side by side on the soft bed, soon fell asleep, holding each other"s hands like two sisters.
Thamar, who during the foregoing scene had remained crouched in her corner of the room, looking like a bat hanging from a corner by its talons, and had been muttering broken words and frowning, now unfolded her bony limbs, rose to her feet, and bending over the bed, listened to the breathing of the two sleepers. When the regularity of their breathing convinced her that they were sound asleep, she went towards the door, walking with infinite precaution. Once outside, she sprang with swift steps in the direction of the Nile, shaking off the dogs who hung on with their teeth at the edge of her tunic, or dragging them through the dust until they let go; or she glared at them with such fierce eyes that they drew back with frightened yelps and let her pa.s.s by.
She had soon pa.s.sed the dangerous and deserted places inhabited at night by the members of the thieves" a.s.sociation, and entered the wealthy quarter of Thebes. Three or four streets bordered with tall buildings, the shadows of which fell in great angles, led her to the outer wall of the palace, which was the object of her trip. The difficulty was to enter,--no easy matter at that time of the night for an old Hebrew servant with dusty feet and shabby garments.
[Ill.u.s.tration: Copyright 1901, by George D. Sproul
GILBO & CO.
_The Pharaoh slew but a short time ago three messengers with a blow of his sceptre._]
She went to the main pylon, before which watched, stretched at length, fifty ram-headed sphinxes, arranged in two lines like monsters ready to crush between their granite jaws the imprudent ones who should attempt to force a pa.s.sage. The sentinels stopped her, struck her roughly with the shafts of their javelins, and then asked her what she wished.
"I want to see the Pharaoh," replied the old woman, rubbing her back.
"That"s right,--very nice! Waken for this witch the Pharaoh, favourite of Phre, beloved of Ammon Ra, the destroyer of nations!" said the soldiers, laughing loudly.
Thamar repeated obstinately, "I want to see the Pharaoh at once."
"A very good time you have chosen for it! The Pharaoh slew but a short time ago three messengers with a blow of his sceptre. He sits on his terrace, motionless and sinister like Typhon, the G.o.d of evil," said a soldier who condescended to give this explanation.
Ra"hel"s maid endeavoured to force her way through; the javelins rattled on her head like hammers on an anvil. She began to yell like a bird plucked alive.
An officer came out on hearing the tumult; the soldiers stopped beating Thamar.
"What does this woman want?" said the officer, "and why are you beating her in this way?"
"I want to see the Pharaoh," cried Thamar, dragging herself to the knees of the officer.
"Out of the question," replied the latter; "it is out of the question,--even if, instead of being a low wretch, you were one of the greatest personages in the kingdom."
"I know where is Tahoser," whispered the old woman in his ear, laying stress on each syllable.
On hearing this, the officer took Thamar by the hand, led her through the first pylon and through the avenue of pillars and the hypostyle hall into a second court, where rose the granite sanctuary, with its two outer columns with lotus capitals. There, calling Timopht, he handed Thamar over to him.
Timopht led the servant to the terrace where sat the Pharaoh, gloomy and silent.
"Keep well out of the reach of his sceptre," was the advice Timopht gave to the Israelite.
As soon as she perceived the King through the darkness, Thamar threw herself with her face to the stone flags, by the side of the bodies which had not yet been removed, and then sitting up, she said in a firm voice, "O Pharaoh, do not slay me, I bring you good news."
"Speak without fear," replied the King, whose fury had pa.s.sed away.
"Tahoser, whom your messengers have sought in the four corners of the world,--I know where she is."
At the name of Tahoser, Pharaoh rose as if moved by a spring and stepped towards Thamar, who was still kneeling.
"If you speak the truth, you may take from my granite halls as much as you can lift of gold and precious stones."
"I will put her in your hands, you may be sure," said the old woman, with a strident laugh.
What was the motive which had led Thamar to inform the Pharaoh of the retreat where the priest"s daughter was in hiding?
She wished to prevent a union which she disliked. She entertained towards the race of Egypt, a blind, fierce, unreasoning, almost b.e.s.t.i.a.l hatred, and the thought of breaking Tahoser"s heart delighted her. Once in the hands of the Pharaoh, Ra"hel"s rival would be unable to escape; the granite walls of the palace would keep their prey.
"Where is she?" said Pharaoh; "tell me the spot. I want to see her at once."
"Your Majesty, I alone can guide you. I know the windings of those loathsome quarters, where the humblest of your servants would disdain to set foot. Tahoser is there, in a clay and straw hut which nothing marks from the huts which surround it, amid the heaps of bricks which the Hebrews make for you outside the regular dwellings of the city."
"Very well, I will trust you. Timopht, have a chariot brought around."
Timopht disappeared. Soon the wheels were heard rolling over the stones of the court, and the horses stamping and pawing as the equerries fastened them to the yoke.
The Pharaoh came down, followed by Thamar. He sprang up on the chariot, took the reins, and seeing that Thamar hesitated,--
"Come, get up," he said.
He clucked his tongue, and the horses started. The awakened echoes gave back the sound of the wheels, which sounded like low thunder through the vast halls, in the midst of the night silence. The hideous old woman, clinging with her bony fingers to the rim of the chariot by the side of the G.o.dlike Pharaoh, presented a strange sight, which fortunately was seen by none but the stars twinkling in the deep blue heavens. She resembled one of the evil genii of mysterious face which accompany the guilty souls to Hades.
"Is this the way?" said the Pharaoh to the woman at the forks of a street.
"Yes," replied Thamar, stretching her withered hand in the right direction.
The horses, urged on by the whip, sprang forward, and the chariot leaped upon the stones with a noise of bra.s.s.
Meanwhile Tahoser slept by the side of Ra"hel. A strange dream filled her sleep. She seemed to be in a temple of immense size. Huge columns of prodigious height upbore the blue ceiling studded with stars like the heavens; innumerable lines of hieroglyphs ascended and descended along the walls between the panels of symbolic frescoes painted in bright colours. All the G.o.ds of Egypt had met in this universal sanctuary, not as bra.s.s, basalt, or porphyry effigies, but as living shapes. In the first rank were seated the G.o.ds Knef, Buto, Phtah, Pan-Mendes, Hathor, Phre, Isis; then came the twelve celestial G.o.ds,--six male G.o.ds: Rempha, Pi-Zeous, Ertosi, Pi-Hermes, Imuthi; and six female deities: the Moon, Ether, Fire, Air, Water, Earth. Behind these swarmed vaguely and indistinctly three hundred and sixty-five Decans, the familiar daemons of each day. Next appeared the terrestrial deities: the second Osiris, Haroeri, Typhon, the second Isis, Nephthys, the dog-headed Anubis, Thoth, Busiris, Bubastis, the great Serapis. Beyond, in the shade, were faintly seen idols in form of animals,--oxen, crocodiles, ibises, hippopotami. In the centre of the temple, in his open mummy-case, lay the high-priest Petamounoph, who, the bandages having been unwound from his face, gazed with an ironical air at that strange and mysterious a.s.sembly. He was dead, not living, and spoke, as it often happens in dreams; and he said to his daughter, "Question them and ask them if they are G.o.ds."