The Pharaoh and the Priest. Bolesław Prus

days later Prince Ramses was summoned before the face of his most worthy mother, Nikotris, who was the second wife of the pharaoh, but now the greatest lady in Egypt. The gods were not mistaken when they called her to be the mother of a pharaoh. She was a tall person, of rather full habit, and in spite of forty years was still beautiful. There was in her eyes, face, and whole form such majesty that even when she went unattended, in the modest garb of a priestess, people bowed their heads to her.

      The worthy lady received Ramses in her cabinet, which was paved with porcelain tiles. She sat on an inlaid armchair under a palm-tree. At her feet, on a small stool, lay a little dog; on the other side knelt a black slave woman with a fan. The pharaoh's wife wore a muslin robe embroidered with gold, and on her wig a circlet in the form of a lotus, ornamented with jewels.

      When the prince had bowed low, the little dog sniffed him, then lay down again; while the lady, nodding her head, made inquiry, "For what reason, O Ramses, hast Thou desired an interview?"

      "Two days ago, mother."

      "I knew that Thou wert occupied. But today we both have time, and I can listen."

      "Thy speech, mother, acts on me as a strong wind of the desert, and I have no longer courage to present my petition."

      "Then surely it is a question of money."

      Ramses dropped his head; he was confused.

      "But dost Thou need much money?"

      "Fifteen talents."

      "O gods!" cried the lady, "but a couple of days ago ten talents were paid thee from the treasury. Go, girl, into the garden; Thou must be tired," said she to the black slave; and when alone with her son she asked,

      "But is thy Jewess so demanding?"

      Ramses blushed, but raised his head.

      "Thou knowest, mother, that she is not. But I promised a reward to the army, and I am unable to pay it."

      The queen looked at him with calm loftiness.

      "How evil it is," said she, after a while, "when a son makes decisions without consulting his mother. Just now I, remembering thy age, wished to give thee a Phoenician slave maiden sent me by Tyre with ten talents for dowry. But Thou hast preferred a Jewess."

      "She pleased me. There is not such a beauty among thy serving maidens, mother, nor even among the wives of his holiness."

      "But she is a Jewess!"

      "Be not prejudiced, mother, I beg of thee. It is untrue that Jews eat pork and kill cats."

      The worthy lady laughed.

      "Thou art speaking like some boy from a primary school," answered she, shrugging her shoulders, "and hast forgotten the words of Ramses the Great: 'The yellow people are more numerous than we and they are richer; let us act against them, lest they grow too powerful, but let us act carefully.' I do not think, therefore, that a girl of that people is the one to be first mistress of the heir to the throne."

      "Can the words of Ramses the Great apply to the daughter of a poor tenant?" asked the prince. "Besides, where are the Jews? Three centuries ago they left Egypt, and today they form a little state, ridiculous and priest-governed."

      "I see," answered the worthy lady, frowning slightly, "that thy mistress is not losing time. Be careful, Ramses; remember, that their leader was Messu (Moses), that traitor priest whom we curse to this day in our temples. Remember that the Jews bore away out of Egypt more treasures than the labor of their few generations was worth to us; they took with them not only gold, but the faith in one god, and our sacred laws, which they give out today as their own faith and laws. Last of all, know this," added she, with great emphasis, "that the daughters of that people prefer death to the bed of a foreigner. And if they give themselves even to hostile leaders, it is to use them for their policy or to kill them."

      "Believe me, mother, that it is our priests who spread all these reports. They will not admit to the footstool of the throne people of another faith lest those people might serve the pharaoh in opposition to their order."

      The queen rose from the armchair, and crossing her arms on her breast, gazed at her son with amazement.

      "What they tell me is true then, Thou art an enemy of our priests.

       Thou, their favorite pupil!"

      "I must have the traces of their canes to this day on my shoulders," said Ramses.

      "But thy grandfather and my father, Amenhotep, was a high priest, and possessed extensive power in this country."

      "Just because my grandfather was a pharaoh, and my father is a pharaoh also, I cannot endure the rule of Herhor."

      "He was brought to his position by thy grandfather, the holy

       Amenhotep."

      "And I will cast him down from it."

      The mother shrugged her shoulders.

      "And it is thou," answered she, with sadness, "who wishest to lead a corps? But Thou art a spoiled girl, not a man and a leader."

      "How is that?" interrupted the prince, restraining himself with difficulty from an outburst.

      "I cannot recognize my own son. I do not see in thee the future lord of Egypt. The dynasty in thy person will be like a Nile boat without a rudder. Thou wilt drive the priests from the court, but who will remain with thee? Who will be thy eye in the Lower and the Upper Country, who in foreign lands? But the pharaoh must see everything, whatever it be, on which fall the divine rays of Osiris."

      "The priests will be my servants, not my ministers."

      "They are the most faithful servants. Thanks to their prayers thy father reigns thirty-three years, and avoids war which might be fatal."

      "To the priests?"

      "To the pharaoh and the state!" interrupted the lady. "Knowest Thou what takes place in our treasury, from which in one day Thou takest ten talents and desirest fifteen more? Knowest Thou that were it not for the liberality of the priests, who on behalf of the treasury even take real jewels from the gods and put false ones in their places, the property of the pharaoh would be now in the hands of Phoenicians?"

      "One fortunate war would overflow our treasury as the increase of the

       Nile does our fields."

      "No. Thou, Ramses, art such a child yet that we may not even reckon thy godless words as sinful. Occupy thyself, I beg, with thy Greek regiments, get rid of the Jew girl as quickly as may be, and leave politics to us."

      "Why must I put away Sarah?"

      "Shouldst Thou have a son from her, complications might rise in the State, which is troubled enough as matters now are. Thou mayst be angry with the priests," added she, "if Thou wilt not offend them in public. They know that it is necessary to overlook much in an heir to the throne, especially when he has such a stormy character. But time pacifies everything to the glory of the dynasty and the profit of Egypt."

      The prince meditated; then he said suddenly,

      "I cannot count, therefore, on money from the treasury."

      "Thou canst not in any case. The grand secretary would have been forced to stop payment today had I not given him fourteen talents sent from Tyre to me."

      "And what shall I do with the army?" asked the prince, rubbing his forehead impatiently.

      "Put away the Jewess, and beg the priests. Perhaps they will make a loan to thee."

      "Never! I prefer a loan from Phoenicians."

      The lady shook her head.

      "Thou art erpatr, act as may please thee. But I say that Thou must give great security, and the Phoenicians, when once thy creditors, will not let thee go. They surpass the Jews in treachery."

      "A part of my income will suffice to cover such debts."