CHAPTER IV
THE COURT OF BETROTHAL
"Life! Blood! Strength!" echoed everyone in the great hall, falling to
their knees and bending their foreheads to the ground. Even the Prince
and the aged Bakenkhonsu prostrated themselves thus as though before
the presence of a god. And, indeed, Pharaoh Meneptah, passing through
the patch of sunlight at the head of the hall, wearing the double
crown upon his head and arrayed in royal robes and ornaments, looked
like a god, no less, as the multitude of the people of Egypt held him
to be. He was an old man with the face of one worn by years and care,
but from his person majesty seemed to flow.
With him, walking a step or two behind, went Nehesi his Vizier, a
shrivelled, parchment-faced officer whose cunning eyes rolled about
the place, and Roy the High-priest, and Hora the Chamberlain of the
Table, and Meranu the Washer of the King's Hands, and Yuy the private
scribe, and many others whom Bakenkhonsu named to me as they appeared.
Then there were fan-bearers and a gorgeous band of lords who were
called King's Companions and Head Butlers and I know not who besides,
and after these guards with spears and helms that shone like god, and
black swordsmen from the southern land of Kesh.
But one woman accompanied his Majesty, walking alone immediately
behind him in front of the Vizier and the High-priest. She was the
Royal Daughter, the Princess Userti, who looked, I thought, prouder
and more splendid than any there, though somewhat pale and anxious.
Pharaoh came to the steps of the throne. The Vizier and the High-
priest advanced to help him up the steps, for he was feeble with age.
He waved them aside, and beckoning to his daughter, rested his hand
upon her shoulder and by her aid mounted the throne. I thought that
there was meaning in this; it was as though he would show to all the
assembly that this princess was the prop of Egypt.
For a little while he stood still and Userti sat herself down on the
topmost step, resting her chin upon her jewelled hand. There he stood
searching the place with his eyes. He lifted his sceptre and all rose,
hundreds and hundreds of them throughout the hall, their garments
rustling as they rose like leaves in a sudden wind. He seated himself
and once more from every throat went up the regal salutation that was
the king's alone, of--
"Life! Blood! Strength! Pharaoh! Pharaoh! Pharaoh!"
In the silence that followed I heard him say, to the Princess, I
think:
"Amenmeses I see, and others of our kin, but where is my son Seti, the
Prince of Egypt?"
"Watching us no doubt from some vestibule. My brother loves not
ceremonials," answered Userti.
Then, with a little sigh, Seti stepped forward, followed by
Bakenkhonsu and myself, and at a distance by other members of his
household. As he marched up the long hall all drew to this side or
that, saluting him with low bows. Arriving in front of the throne he
bent till his knee touched the ground, saying:
"I give greeting, O King and Father."
"I give greeting, O Prince and Son. Be seated," answered Meneptah.
Seti seated himself in a chair that had been made ready for him at the
foot of the throne, and on its right, and in another chair to the
left, but set farther from the steps, Amenmeses seated himself also.
At a motion from the Prince I took my stand behind his chair.
The formal business of the Court began. At the beckoning of an usher
people of all sorts appeared singly and handed in petitions written on
rolled-up papyri, which the Vizier Nehesi took and threw into a
leathern sack that was held open by a black slave. In some cases an
answer to his petition, whereof this was only the formal delivery, was
handed back to the suppliant, who touched his brow with the roll that
perhaps meant everything to him, and bowed himself away to learn his
fate. Then appeared sheiks of the desert tribes, and captains from
fortresses in Syria, and traders who had been harmed by enemies, and
even peasants who had suffered violence from officers, each to make
his prayer. Of all of these supplications the scribes took notes,
while to some the Vizier and councillors made answer. But as yet
Pharaoh said nothing. There he sat silent on his splendid throne of
ivory and gold, like a god of stone above the altar, staring down the
long hall and through the open doors as though he would read the
secrets of the skies beyond.
"I told you that courts were wearisome, friend Ana," whispered the
Prince to me without turning his head. "Do you not already begin to
wish that you were back writing tales at Memphis?"
Before I could answer some movement in the throng at the end of the
hall drew the eyes of the Prince and of all of us. I looked, and saw
advancing towards the throne a tall, bearded man already old, although
his black hair was but grizzled with grey. He was arrayed in a white
linen robe, over which hung a woollen cloak such as shepherds wear,
and he carried in his hand a long thornwood staff. His face was
splendid and very handsome, and his black eyes flashed like fire. He
walked forward slowly, looking neither to the left nor the right, and
the throng made way for him as though he were a prince. Indeed, I
thought that they showed more fear of him than of any prince, since
they shrank from him as he came. Nor was he alone, for after him
walked another man who was very like to him, but as I judged, still
older, for his beard, which hung down to his middle, was snow-white as
was the hair on his head. He also was dressed in a sheepskin cloak and
carried a staff in his hand. Now a whisper rose among the people and
the whisper said:
"The prophets of the men of Israel! The prophets of the men of
Israel!"
The two stood before the throne and looked at Pharaoh, making no
obeisance. Pharaoh looked at them and was silent. For a long space
they stood thus in the midst of a great quiet, but Pharaoh would not
speak, and none of his officers seemed to dare to open their mouths.
At length the first of the prophets spoke in a clear, cold voice as
some conqueror might do.
"You know me, Pharaoh, and my errand."
"I know you," answered Pharaoh slowly, "as well I may, seeing that we
played together when we were little. You are that Hebrew whom my
sister, she who sleeps in Osiris, took to be as a son to her, giving
to you a name that means 'drawn forth' because she drew you forth as
an infant from among the reeds of Nile. Aye, I know you and your
brother also, but your errand I know not."
"This is my errand, Pharaoh, or rather the errand of Jahveh, God of
Israel, for whom I speak. Have you not heard it before? It is that you
should let his people go to do sacrifice to him in the wilderness."
"Who is Jahveh? I know not Jahveh who serve Amon and the gods of
Egypt, and why should I let your people go?"
"Jahveh is the God of Israel, the great God of all gods whose power
you shall learn if you will not hearken, Pharaoh. As for why you
should let the people go, ask it of the Prince your son who sits
yonder. Ask him of what he saw in the streets of this city but last
night, and of a certain judgment that he passed upon one of the
officers of Pharaoh. Or if he will not tell you, learn it from the
lips of the maiden who is named Merapi, Moon of Israel, the daughter
of Nathan the Levite. Stand forward, Merapi, daughter of Nathan."
Then from the throng at the back of the hall came forward Merapi, clad
in a white robe and with a black veil thrown about her head in token
of mourning, but not so as to hide her face. Up the hall she glided
and made obeisance to Pharaoh, as she did so, casting one swift look
at Seti where he sat. Then she stood still, looking, as I thought,
wonderfully beautiful in that simple robe of white and the evil of
black.
"Speak, woman," said Pharaoh.
She obeyed, telling all the tale in her low and honeyed voice, nor did
any seem to think it long or wearisome. At length she ended, and
Pharaoh said:
"Say, Seti my son, is this truth?"
"It is truth, O my Father. By virtue of my powers as Governor of this
city I caused the captain Khuaka to be put to death for the crime of
murder done by him before my eyes in the streets of the city."
"Perchance you did right and perchance you did wrong, Son Seti. At
least you are the best judge, and because he struck your royal person,
this Khuaka deserved to die."
Again he was silent for a while staring through the open doors at the
sky beyond. Then he said:
"What would ye more, Prophets of Jahveh? Justice has been done upon my
officer who slew the man of your people. A life has been taken for a
life according to the strict letter of the law. The matter is
finished. Unless you have aught to say, get you gone."
"By the command of the Lord our God," answered the prophet, "we have
this to say to you, O Pharaoh. Lift the heavy yoke from off the neck
of the people of Israel. Bid that they cease from the labour of the
making of bricks to build your walls and cities."
"And if I refuse, what then?"
"Then the curse of Jahveh shall be on you, Pharaoh, and with plague
upon plague shall he smite this land of Egypt."
Now a sudden rage seized Meneptah.
"What!" he cried. "Do you dare to threaten me in my own palace, and
would ye cause all the multitude of the people of Israel who have
grown fat in the land to cease from their labours? Hearken, my
servants, and, scribes, write down my decree. Go ye to the country of
Goshen and say to the Israelites that the bricks they made they shall
make as aforetime and more work shall they do than aforetime in the
days of my father, Rameses. Only no more straw shall be given to them
for the making of the bricks. Because they are idle, let them go forth
and gather the straw themselves; let them gather it from the face of
the fields."
There was silence for a while. Then with one voice both the prophets
spoke, pointing with their wands to Pharaoh:
"In the Name of the Lord God we curse you, Pharaoh, who soon shall die
and make answer for this sin. The people of Egypt we curse also. Ruin
shall be their portion; death shall be their bread and blood shall
they drink in a great darkness. Moreover, at the last Pharaoh shall
let the people go."
Then, waiting no answer, they turned and strode away side by side, nor
did any man hinder them in their goings. Again there was silence in
the hall, the silence of fear, for these were awful words that the
prophets had spoken. Pharaoh knew it, for his chin sank upon his
breast and his face that had been red with rage turned white. Userti
hid her eyes with her hand as though to shut out some evil vision, and
even Seti seemed ill at ease as though that awful curse had found a
home within his heart.
At a motion of Pharaoh's hand the Vizier Nehesi struck the ground
thrice with his wand of office and pointed to the door, thus giving
the accustomed sign that the Court was finished, whereon all the
people turned and went away with bent heads speaking no words one to
another. Presently the great hall was emptied save for the officers
and guards and those who attended upon Pharaoh. When everyone had gone
Seti the Prince rose and bowed before the throne.
"O Pharaoh," he said, "be pleased to hearken. We have heard very evil
words spoken by these Hebrew men, words that threaten your divine
life, O Pharaoh, and call down a curse upon the Upper and the Lower
Land. Pharaoh, these people of Israel hold that they suffer wrong and
are oppressed. Now give me, your son, a writing under your hand and
seal, by virtue of which I shall have power to go down to the Land of
Goshen and inquire of this matter, and afterwards make report of the
truth to you. Then, if it seems to you that the People of Israel are
unjustly dealt by, you may lighten their burden and bring the curse of
their prophets to nothing. But if it seems to you that the tales they
tell are idle then your words shall stand."
Now, listening, I, Ana, thought that Pharaoh would once more be angry.
But it was not so, for when he spoke again it was in the voice of one
who is crushed by grief or weariness.
"Have your will, Son," he said. "Only take with you a great guard of
soldiers lest these hook-nosed dogs should do you mischief. I trust
them not, who, like the Hyksos whose blood runs in many of them, were
ever the foes of Egypt. Did they not conspire with the Ninebow
Barbarians whom I crushed in the great battle, and do they not now
threaten us in the name of their outland god? Still, let the writing
be prepared and I will seal it. And stay. I think, Seti, that you, who
were ever gentle-natured, have somewhat too soft a heart towards these
shepherd slaves. Therefore I will not send you alone. Amenmeses your
cousin shall go with you, but under your command. It is spoken."
"Life! Blood! Strength!" said both Seti and Amenmeses, thus
acknowledging the king's command.
Now I thought that all was finished. But it was not so, for presently
Pharaoh said:
"Let the guards withdraw to the end of the hall and with them the
servants. Let the King's councillors and the officers of the household
remain."
Instantly all saluted and withdrew out of hearing. I, too, made ready
to go, but the Prince said to me:
"Stay, that you may take note of what passes."
Pharaoh, watching, saw if he did not hear.
"Who is that man, Son?" he asked.
"He is Ana my private scribe and librarian, O Pharaoh, whom I trust.
It was he who saved me from harm but last night."
"You say it, Son. Let him remain in attendance on you, knowing that if
he betrays our council he dies."
Userti looked up frowning as though she were about to speak. If so,
she changed her mind and was silent, perhaps because Pharaoh's word
once spoken could not be altered. Bakenkhonsu remained also as a
Councillor of the King according to his right.
When all had gone Pharaoh, who had been brooding, lifted his head and
spoke slowly but in the voice of one who gives a judgment that may not
be questioned, saying:
"Prince Seti, you are my only son born of Queen Ast-Nefert, royal
Sister, royal Mother, who sleeps in the bosom of Osiris. It is true
that you are not my first-born son, since the Count Ramessu"--here he
pointed to a stout mild-faced man of pleasing, rather foolish
appearance--"is your elder by two years. But, as he knows well, his
mother, who is still with us, is a Syrian by birth and of no royal
blood, and therefore he can never sit upon the throne of Egypt. Is it
not so, my son Ramessu?"
"It is so, O Pharaoh," answered the Count in a pleasant voice, "not do
I seek ever to sit upon that throne, who am well content with the
offices and wealth that Pharaoh has been pleased to confer upon me,
his first-born."
"Let the words of the Count Ramessu be written down," said Pharaoh,
"and placed in the temple of Ptah of this city, and in the temples of
Ptah at Memphis and of Amon at Thebes, that hereafter they may never
be questioned."
The scribes in attendance wrote down the words and, at a sign from the
Prince Seti, I also wrote them down, setting the papyrus I had with me
on my knee. When this was finished Pharaoh went on.
"Therefore, O Prince Seti, you are the heir of Egypt and perhaps, as
those Hebrew prophets said, will ere long be called upon to sit in my
place on its throne."
"May the King live for ever!" exclaimed Seti, "for well he knows that
I do not seek his crown and dignities."
"I do know it well, my son; so well that I wish you thought more of
that crown and those dignities which, if the gods will, must come to
you. If they will it not, next in the order of succession stands your
cousin, the Count Amenmeses, who is also of royal blood both on his
father's and his mother's side, and after him I know not who, unless
it be my daughter and your half-sister, the royal Princess Userti,
Lady of Egypt."
Now Userti spoke, very earnestly, saying:
"O Pharaoh, surely my right in the succession, according to ancient
precedent, precedes that of my cousin, the Count Amenmeses."
Amenmeses was about to answer, but Pharaoh lifted his hand and he was
silent.
"It is matter for those learned in such lore to discuss," Meneptah
replied in a somewhat hesitating voice. "I pray the gods that it may
never be needful that this high question should be considered in the
Council. Nevertheless, let the words of the royal Princess be written
down. Now, Prince Seti," he went on when this had been done, "you are
still unmarried, and if you have children they are not royal."
"I have none, O Pharaoh," said Seti.
"Is it so?" answered Meneptah indifferently. "The Count Amenmeses has
children I know, for I have seen them, but by his wife Unuri, who also
is of the royal line, he has none."
Here I heard Amenmeses mutter, "Being my aunt that is not strange," a
saying at which Seti smiled.
"My daughter, the Princess, is also unmarried. So it seems that the
fountain of the royal blood is running dry----"
"Now it is coming," whispered Seti below his breath so that only I
could hear.
"Therefore," continued Pharaoh, "as you know, Prince Seti, for the
royal Princess of Egypt by my command went to speak to you of this
matter last night, I make a decree----"
"Pardon, O Pharaoh," interrupted the Prince, "my sister spoke to me of
no decree last night, save that I should attend at the court here
to-day."
"Because I could not, Seti, seeing that another was present with you
whom you refused to dismiss," and she let her eyes rest on me.
"It matters not," said Pharaoh, "since now I will utter it with my own
lips which perhaps is better. It is my will, Prince, that you
forthwith wed the royal Princess Userti, that children of the true
blood of the Ramessides may be born. Hear and obey."
Now Userti shifted her eyes from me to Seti, watching him very
closely. Seated at his side upon the ground with my writing roll
spread across my knee, I, too, watched him closely, and noted that his
lips turned white and his face grew fixed and strange.
"I hear the command of Pharaoh," he said in a low voice making
obeisance, and hesitated.
"Have you aught to add?" asked Meneptah sharply.
"Only, O Pharaoh, that though this would be a marriage decreed for
reasons of the State, still there is a lady who must be given in
marriage, and she my half-sister who heretofore has only loved me as a
relative. Therefore, I would know from her lips if it is her will to
take me as a husband."
Now all looked at Userti who replied in a cold voice:
"In this matter, Prince, as in all others I have no will but that of
Pharaoh."
"You have heard," interrupted Meneptah impatiently, "and as in our
House it has always been the custom for kin to marry kin, why should
it not be her will? Also, who else should she marry? Amenmeses is
already wed. There remains only Saptah his brother who is younger than
herself----"
"So am I," murmured Seti, "by two long years," but happily Userti did
not hear him.
"Nay, my father," she said with decision, "never will I take a
deformed man to husband."
Now from the shadow on the further side of the throne, where I could
not see him, there hobbled forward a young noble, short in stature,
light-haired like Seti, and with a sharp, clever face which put me in
mind of that of a jackal (indeed for this reason he was named Thoth by
the common people, after the jackal-headed god). He was very angry,
for his cheeks were flushed and his small eyes flashed.
"Must I listen, Pharaoh," he said in a little voice, "while my cousin
the Royal Princess reproaches me in public for my lame foot, which I
have because my nurse let me fall when I was still in arms?"
"Then his nurse let his grandfather fall also, for he too was club-
footed, as I who have seen him naked in his cradle can bear witness,"
whispered old Bakenkhonsu.
"It seems so, Count Saptah, unless you stop your ears," replied
Pharaoh.
"She says she will not marry me," went on Saptah, "me who from
childhood have been a slave to her and to no other woman."
"Not by my wish, Saptah. Indeed, I pray you to go and be a slave to
any woman whom you will," exclaimed Userti.
"But I say," continued Saptah, "that one day she shall marry me, for
the Prince Seti will not live for ever."
"How do you know that, Cousin?" asked Seti. "The High-priest here will
tell you a different story."
Now certain of those present turned their heads away to hide the smile
upon their faces. Yet on this day some god spoke with Saptah's voice
making him a prophet, since in a year to come she did marry him, in
order that she might stay upon the throne at a time of trouble when
Egypt would not suffer that a woman should have sole rule over the
land.
But Pharaoh did not smile like the courtiers; indeed he grew angry.
"Peace, Saptah!" he said. "Who are you that wrangle before me, talking
of the death of kings and saying that you will wed the Royal princess?
One more such word and you shall be driven into banishment. Hearken
now. Almost am I minded to declare my daughter, the Royal Princess,
sole heiress to the throne, seeing that in her there is more strength
and wisdom than in any other of our House."
"If such be Pharaoh's will, let Pharaoh's will be done," said Seti
most humbly. "Well I know my own unworthiness to fill so high a
station, and by all the gods I swear that my beloved sister will find
no more faithful subject than myself."
"You mean, Seti," interrupted Userti, "that rather than marry me you
would abandon your right to the double crown. Truly I am honoured.
Seti, whether you reign or I, I will not marry you."
"What words are these I hear?" cried Meneptah. "Is there indeed one in
this land of Egypt who dares to say that Pharaoh's decree shall be
disobeyed? Write it down, Scribes, and you, O Officers, let it be
proclaimed from Thebes to the sea, that on the third day from now at
the hour of noon in the temple of Hathor in this city, the Prince, the
Royal Heir, Seti Meneptah, Beloved of Ra, will wed the Royal Princess
of Egypt, Lily of Love, Beloved of Hathor, Userti, Daughter of me, the
god."
"Life! Blood! Strength!" called all the Court.
Then, guided by some high officer, the Prince Seti was led before the
throne and the Princess Userti was set beside him, or rather facing
him. According to the ancient custom a great gold cup was brought and
filled with red wine, to me it looked like blood. Userti took the cup
and, kneeling, gave it to the Prince, who drank and gave it back to
her that she might also drink in solemn token of their betrothal. Is
not the scene graven on the broad bracelets of gold which in after
days Seti wore when he sat upon the throne, those same bracelets that
at a future time I with my own hands clasped about the wrists of dead
Userti?
Then he stretched out his hand which she touched with her lips, and
bending down he kissed her on the brow. Lastly, Pharaoh, descending to
the lowest step of the throne, laid his sceptre, first upon the head
of the Prince, and next upon that of the Princess, blessing them both
in the name of himself, of his Ka or Double, and of the spirits and
Kas of all their forefathers, kings and queens of Egypt, thus
appointing them to come after him when he had been gathered to the
bosom of the gods.
These things done, he departed in state, surrounded by his court,
preceded and followed by his guards and leaning on the arm of the
Princess Userti, whom he loved better than anyone in the world.
A while later I stood alone with the Prince in his private chamber,
where I had first seen him.
"That is finished," he said in a cheerful voice, "and I tell you, Ana,
that I feel quite, quite happy. Have you ever shivered upon the bank
of a river of a winter morning, fearing to enter, and yet, when you
did enter, have you not been pleased to find that the icy water
refreshed you and made you not cold but hot?"
"Yes, Prince. It is when one comes out of the water, if the wind blows
and no sun shines, that one feels colder than before."
"True, Ana, and therefore one must not come out. One should stop there
till one--drowns or is eaten by a crocodile. But, say, did I do it
well?"
"Old Bakenkhonsu told me, Prince, that he had been present at many
royal betrothals, I think he said eleven, and had never seen one
conducted with more grace. He added that the way in which you kissed
the brow of her Highness was perfect, as was all your demeanour after
the first argument."
"And so it would remain, Ana, if I were never called upon to do more
than kiss her brow, to which I have been accustomed from boyhood. Oh!
Ana, Ana," he added in a kind of cry, "already you are becoming a
courtier like the rest of them, a courtier who cannot speak the truth.
Well, nor can I, so why should I blame you? Tell me again all about
your marriage, Ana, of how it began and how it ended."
