The Pharaoh and the Priest. Bolesław Prus

to flow from your bosoms, they would have hidden before spears as they hide now before my challenge."

      "Listen to the prophet! Praise to thee, man of God!" cried the people, inclining their foreheads.

      The most pious fell to the earth.

      "Hear me, Egyptian people. In return for your faith in the words of a priest, for your obedience to the pharaoh and the heir, for the honor which ye give to a servant of the god, a favor will be shown you. Go to your houses in peace, and even before ye have left this hill the Nile will be rising."

      "Oh, may it rise!"

      "Go! The greater your faith and piety the more quickly will ye see the sign of favor."

      "Let us go! Let us go! Be blessed, O prophet, Thou son of prophets!"

      They began to separate, kissing the robe of the priest. With that some one shouted,

      "The miracle, the miracle is accomplished."

      On the tower in Memphis a light flamed up.

      "The Nile is rising! See, more and more lights! Indeed a mighty saint spoke to us. May he live through eternity!"

      They turned toward the priest, but he had vanished among shadows.

      The throng raging a little while earlier, amazed and filled now with gratitude, forgot both its anger and the wonder-working priest. It was mastered by a wild delight; men rushed to the bank of the river, on which many lights were burning and where a great hymn was rising from the assembled people,

      "Be greeted, Nile, sacred river, which appearest on this country! Thou comest in peace, to give life to Egypt. O hidden deity who scatterest darkness, who moistenest the fields, to bring food to dumb animals, O Thou the precious one, descending from heaven to give drink to the earth, O friend of bread, Thou who gladdenest our cottages! Thou art the master of fishes; when Thou art in our fields no bird dares touch the harvest. Thou art the creator of grain and the parent of barley; Thou givest rest to the hands of millions of the unfortunate and for ages Thou securest the sanctuary." [Authentic]

      At this time the illuminated boat of Ramses sailed from the shore opposite amid songs and outcries. Those very persons who half an hour earlier wished to burst into his villa were falling now on their faces before him, or hurling themselves into the water to kiss the oars and the sides of the boat which was bearing the son of their ruler.

      Gladsome, surrounded by torches, Ramses, in company with Tutmosis, approached Sarah's dwelling. At sight of him Gideon said to Tafet,

      "Great is my alarm for my daughter, but still greater my wish to avoid

       Prince Ramses."

      He sprang over the wall, and amid darkness through gardens and fields he held on in the direction of Memphis.

      "Be greeted, O beauteous Sarah!" cried Tutmosis in the courtyard. "I hope that Thou wilt receive us well for the music which I sent to thee."

      Sarah appeared, with bandaged head on the threshold, leaning on the black slave and her female attendant.

      "What is the meaning of this?" cried the astonished Ramses.

      "Terrible things!" called out Tafet. "Unbelievers attacked thy house; one hurled a stone and struck Sarah."

      "What unbelievers?"

      "But those the Egyptians!" explained Tafet.

      The prince cast a contemptuous glance at her, but rage mastered him straightway.

      "Who struck Sarah? Who threw the stone?" shouted he, seizing the arm of the black man.

      "Those from beyond the river," answered the slave.

      "Hei, watchman!" cried the prince, foaming at the mouth, "arm all the men in this place for me and follow that rabble!"

      The black slave seized his axe again, the overseers fell to summoning workmen from the buildings, some soldiers of the prince's suite grasped their sword-hilts mechanically.

      "By the mercy of Jehovah, what art Thou doing?" whispered Sarah, as she hung on the neck of Ramses.

      "I wish to avenge thee," answered he; "whoso strikes at that which is mine strikes at me."

      Tutmosis grew pale, and shook his head.

      "Hear me, lord," said he; "wilt Thou discover in the night and in a multitude the men who committed the crime?"

      "All one to me. The rabble did it, and the rabble must give answer."

      "No judge will say that," reflected Tutmosis. "But Thou art to be the highest judge."

      The prince became thoughtful. Tutmosis continued,

      "Stop! what would the pharaoh our lord say to-morrow? And what delight would reign among our foes in the east and the west, if they heard that the heir to the throne, almost at the royal palace, was attacked in the night by his own people?"

      "Oh, if my father would give me even half the army, our enemies on all sides of the world would be silent forever!" said the prince, stamping on the pavement.

      "Finally, remember that man who hanged himself; Thou wert sorry when an innocent man lost his life. But today is it possible that Thou art willing thyself to slay innocent people?"

      "Enough!" interrupted Ramses, in a deep voice. "My anger is like a water-jar. Woe to him on whom it falls! Let us enter."

      The frightened Tutmosis drew back. The prince took Sarah by the hand and went to the terrace. He seated her near the table on which was the unfinished supper, and approaching the light drew the bandage from her forehead.

      "Ah!" cried he, "this is not even a wound, it is only a blue spot."

      He looked at Sarah attentively.

      "I never-thought," said he, "that Thou wouldst have a blue spot. This changed thy face considerably."

      "Then I please thee no longer?" whispered Sarah, raising on him great eyes full of fear.

      "Oh, no! this will pass quickly."

      Then he called Tutmosis and the black, and commanded to tell him what had happened that evening.

      "He defended us," said Sarah. "He stood, with an axe, in the doorway."

      "Didst Thou do that?" asked the prince, looking quickly into the eyes of the Nubian.

      "Was I to let strange people break into thy house, lord?"

      Ramses patted him on the curly head.

      "Thou hast acted," said he, "like a brave man. I give thee freedom. Tomorrow Thou wilt receive a reward and mayst return to thy own people."

      The black tottered and rubbed his eyes, the whites of which were shining. Suddenly he dropped on his knees, and cried as he struck the floor with his forehead,

      "Do not put me away, lord."

      "Well," replied Ramses, "remain with me, but as a free warrior. I need just such men," said he, turning to Tutmosis. "He cannot talk like the overseer of the house of books, but he is ready for battle."

      And again he inquired for details of the attack, when the Nubian told how a priest had approached, and when he related his miracles the prince seized his own head, exclaiming,

      "I am the most hapless man in all Egypt! Very soon I shall find a priest in my bed even. Whence did he come? Who was he?"

      The black servitor could not explain this, but he said that the priest's action toward the prince and toward Sarah was very friendly; that the attack was directed not by Egyptians, but by people who, the priest said, were enemies of Egypt, and whom he challenged to step forward, but they would not.

      "Wonders! wonders!" said Ramses, meditating, and throwing himself on a couch. "My black slave is a valiant warrior and a man full of judgment. A priest defends a Jewess, because she is mine. What a strange priest