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When I came to my mother's bedside she was wandering and I saw that
she could not live long. In a little while, however, her mind cleared
so that she knew me and tears of joy ran down her pale cheeks because
I had returned before she died. She reminded me that she had always
said that she would find a grave in Ethiopia, and asked to be buried
and not kept above ground in crystal, as was the custom there. Then
she said that she had been dreaming of my father and of me; also that
she did not think that I need fret myself overmuch about Amada, since
she was sure that before long I should kiss her on the lips.

I asked if she meant that I should marry her and that we should be
happy and fortunate. She replied that she supposed that I should marry
her, but of the rest would say nothing. Indeed her face grew troubled,
as though some thought hurt her, and leaving the matter of Amada she
bade Karema bring me the rose-hued pearls, blessed me, prayed for our
reunion in the halls of Osiris, and straightway died.

So I caused her to be embalmed after the Egyptian fashion and enclosed
in a coffin of crystal with a scarab on her heart that Karema had
discovered somewhere in the city, for always she was searching for
things that reminded her of Egypt, whereof many were to be found
brought from time to time by travellers or strangers. Then with such
ceremony as we could without the services of the priests of Osiris,
Karema and I buried her in a tomb that Bes had caused to be made near
to the steps of the temple of the Grasshopper, while Bes and his
nobles watched from a distance.

And so farewell to my beloved mother, the lady Tiu.

After she was gone I grew very sad and lonely. While she lived I had a
home, but now I was an exile, a stranger in a strange land with no one
of my own people to talk to except Karema, with whom, as there were
gossips even in Ethiopia, I thought it well not to talk too much.
There was Bes it was true, but now he was a great king and the time of
kings is not their own. Moreover Bes was Bes and an Ethiopian and I
was I and an Egyptian, and therefore notwithstanding our love and
brotherhood, we could never be like men of the same blood and country.

I grew weary of Ethiopia with its useless gold and damp eternal green
and heat, and longed for the sand and the keen desert air. Bes noted
it and offered me wives, but I shrank from these black women however
buxom and kindly, and wished for no offspring of their race whom
afterwards I could never leave. To Egypt I had sworn not to return
unless one voice called me and it remained silent. What then was I to
do, being no longer content to discipline and command an army that I
might not lead into battle?

At length I made up my mind. By nature I was a hunter as much as a
soldier; I would beg from Bes a band of brave men whom I knew, lovers
of adventure who sought new things, and with them strike down south,
following the path of the elephants to wherever the gods might lead
us. Doubtless in the end it would be to death, but what matter when
there is nothing for which one cares to live?

While I was brooding over these plans Karema read my mind, perhaps
because it was her own, perhaps by help of her strange arts, which I
do not know. At least one day when I was sitting alone looking at the
city beneath from one of the palace window-places, she came to me
looking very beautiful and very mystic in the white robes she always
loved to wear, and said,

"My lord Shabaka, you tire of this land of honey and sweetness and
soft airs and flowers and gold and crystal and black people who grin
and chatter and are not pleasant to be near, is it not so?"

"Yes, Queen," I answered.

"Do not call me queen, my lord Shabaka, for I weary of that name, as
we both do of the rest. Call me Karema the Arab, or Karema the Cup,
which you will, but by the name of Thoth, god of learning, do /not/
call me queen."

"Karema then," I said. "Well, how do you know that I tire of all this,

"How could you do otherwise who are not a barbarian and who have Egypt
in your heart, and Egypt's fate and----" here she looked me straight
in the eye's, "Egypt's Lady. Besides, I measure you by myself."

"You at least should be happy, Karema, who are great and rich and
beloved, and the wife of a King who is one of the best of men, and the
mother of children."

"Yes, Shabaka, I should be but I am not, for who can live on
sweetmeats only, especially when they like what is sour? See now how
strangely we are made. When I was a girl, the daughter of an Arab
chief, well bred and well taught as it chanced, I tired of the hard
life of the desert and the narrow minds about me, I who longed for
wisdom and to know great men. Then I became the Cup of the holy
Tanofir and wisdom was all about me, strange wisdom from another
world, rough, sharp wisdom from Tanofir, and the quiet wisdom of the
dead among whom I dwelt. I wearied of that also, Shabaka. I was
beautiful and knew it and I longed to shine in a Court, to be admired
among men, to be envied of women, to rule. My husband came my way. He
was clever with a great heart. He was your friend and therefore I was
sure that he must be loyal and true. He was, or might be, a king, as I
knew, though he thought that I did not. I married him and the holy
Tanofir laughed but he did not say me nay, and I became a queen. And
now I wish sometimes that I were dead, or back holding the cup of the
holy Tanofir with the wisdom of the heavens flowing round me and the
soft darkness of the tombs about me. It seems that in this world we
never can be content, Shabaka."

"No, Karema, we only think that we should be if things were otherwise
than they are. But how can I help you, Karema?"

"Least of all by going away and leaving me alone," she answered with
the tears starting to her eyes.

Looking at her, I began to think that the best thing I could do would
be to go away and at once, but as ever she read my thought, shook her
head and laughed.

"No, no, I have put on my yoke and will carry it to the end. Have I
not two black children and a husband who is a hero, a wit and a
mountebank in one, and a throne and more gold and crystal than I ever
wish to see again even in a dream, and shall I not cling to these good
things? If you went I should only be a little more unhappy than
before, that is all. Not for my sake do I ask you to stay, but for
your own."

"How for my own, Karema? I have done all that I can do here. I have
built the army afresh from cook-boys to generals. Bes needs me no
longer who has you, his children and his country, and I die of

"You can stop to make use of that army you have built afresh,

"Against whom? There are none to fight."

"Against the Great King of the East. Listen. My gift of vision has
grown strong and clear of late. Only to-day I have seen a meeting
between Pharaoh, the holy Tanofir and the lady Amada. They were all
disturbed, I know not at what, and the end of it was that Amada wrote
in a roll and gave the writing to messengers, who I think even now are
speeding southward--to you, Shabaka. Nay, do not look doubtfully on
me, it is true."

"Then you did well to tell me, Karema, for within a moon of this day I
should have been where perhaps no messengers would have found me. Now
I will wait and let it be your part to prepare the mind of Bes. Do you
think that he would give me an army to lead to Egypt, if there were

She nodded and answered,

"He would do so for three reasons. The first is because he loves you,
the second because he too wearies of Ethiopia and this rich, fat life
of peace, and the third, because I shall tell him that he must."

"Then why trouble to speak of the other two?" I said laughing.

So I stayed on in the City of the Grasshopper, and busied myself with
the questions of how to transport and feed a great army that must hold
the field for six months or a year; also with the setting of hundreds
of skilled men to the making of bows, arrows, swords and shields. Nor
did Bes say me no in these matters. Indeed he helped them forward by
issuing the orders as his own, wherein I saw the hand of Karema.

Three months went by and I began to think that Karema's power had been
at fault, or that her vision was one that came from her lips and not
from her heart, to keep me in Ethiopia. But again she read my mind and

"Not so, Shabaka," she said. "Those messengers have come to trouble
and are detained by a petty tribe beyond our borders over some matter
of a woman. Ten days ago the frontier guards marched to set them

So again I waited and at length the messengers came, three of them
Egyptians and three men of Ethiopia who dwelt in Egypt to learn its
wisdom, reporting that as Karema had said, through the foolishness of
a servant they had been held prisoner by an Arab chief and thus
delayed. Then they delivered the writings which they had kept safe.
One was from Pharaoh to the Karoon of Ethiopia; one from the holy
Tanofir to Karema; and one from the lady Amada to myself.

With a trembling hand I broke the silk and seals and read. It ran

"Shabaka, my Cousin,

"You departed from Egypt saying that never would you return unless
I, Amada the priestess, called you, and I told you that I should
never call. You said, moreover, that if you came at my call you
would demand me in guerdon, and I told you that never would I give
myself to you who was doubly sworn to Isis. Yet now I call and now
I say that if you come and conquer and I yet live, then, if you
still will it, I am yours. Thus stands the case: The Great King
advances upon Egypt with an army countless as the sands, nor can
Egypt hope to battle against him unaided and alone. He comes to
make of her a slave, to kill her children, to burn her temples, to
sack her cities and to defile her gods with blasphemies. Moreover
he comes to seize me and to drag me away to shame in his House of

"Therefore for the sake of the gods, for Egypt's sake and for my
own, I pray you come and save us. Moreover I still love you,
Shabaka, yes, more a thousand times, then ever I did, though
whether you still love me I know not. For that love's sake,
therefore, I am ready to break my vows to Isis and to dare her
vengeance, if she should desire to be avenged upon me who would
save her and her worship, praying that it may fall on my head and
not on yours. This will I do by the counsel of the holy Tanofir,
by command of Pharaoh, and with the consent of the high priests of

"Now I, Amada, have written. Choose, Shabaka, beloved of my heart."

Such was the letter that caused my head to swim and set my soul on
fire. Still I said nothing, but thrust it into my robe and waited.
Presently Bes, who had been reading in his roll, looked up and spoke,

"Are you minded to see arrows fly and swords shine in war, Brother? If
so, here is opportunity. Pharaoh writes to me above his own seal,
seeking an alliance between Egypt and Ethiopia. He says that the King
of kings invades him and that if he conquers Egypt he has sworn to
travel on and conquer Ethiopia also, since he learns that it is now
ruled by a certain dwarf who once stole his White Signet, and by a
certain Egyptian who once killed his Satrap, Idernes."

"What says the Karoon?" I asked.

Bes rolled his eyes and turning to Karema, asked,

"What says the Karoon's wife?"

Karema laid down the roll she had been studying and answered,

"She says that she has received a command from her master the holy
Tanofir to wait upon him forthwith, for reasons that he will explain
when she arrives, or to brave his curse upon her, her children, her
country and her husband, and not only his but that of the spirits who
serve him."

"The curse of the holy Tanofir is not a thing to mock at," said Bes,
"as I who revere him, know as well as any man."

"No, Husband, and therefore I leave for Egypt as soon as may be. It
seems that my sister is dead, this year past, and the holy Tanofir has
no one to hold his cup."

"And what shall I do?" asked Bes.

"That is for you to say, Husband. But if you will, you can stay here
and guard our children, giving the command of your army to the lord

Now, for we were alone, Bes twisted himself about, rolling his eyes
and laughing as he used to do before he became Karoon of Ethiopia.

"O-ho-ho! Wife," he said, "so you are to go to Egypt, leaving me to
play the nurse to babes, and my brother here is to command my armies,
leaving me to look after the old men and the women. Nay, I think
otherwise. I think that I shall come also, that is if my brother
wishes it. Did he not save my life and is it not his and with it all I
have? Oh! have done. Once more we will stand side by side in the
battle, Brother, and afterwards let Fate do as it will with us. Tell
me now, what is the tale of archers and of swordsmen with which we can
march against the Great King with whom, like you, I have a score to

"Seventy and five thousand," I answered.

"Good! On the fifth day from now the army marches for Egypt."



March we did, but on the fifteenth day, not the fifth, since there was
much to make ready. First the Council of the Ethiopians must be
consulted and through them the people. In the beginning there was
trouble over the matter, since many were against a distant war, and
this even after Bes had urged that it was better to attack than wait
to be attacked. For they answered, and justly, that here in Ethiopia
distance and the desert were their shields, since the King of kings,
however great his strength, would be weary and famished before he set
foot within their borders.

In the end the knot was cut with a sword, for when the army came to
learn of the dispute, from the generals down to the common soldiers,
every man clamoured to be led to war, since, as I have said, these
Ethiopians were fighters all of them, and near at hand there were none
left with whom they could fight. So when the Council came to see that
they must choose between war abroad and revolt at home, they gave way,
bargaining only that the children of the Karoon should not leave the
land so that if aught befell him, there would be some of the true
blood left to succeed.

Also the Grasshopper was consulted by the priests who found the omens
favourable. Indeed I was told that this great golden locust sat up
upon its hind legs upon the altar and waved its feelers in the air,
which only happened when wonderful fortune was about to bless the
land. The tale reminded me of the nodding of the statues of our own
gods in Egypt when a new Pharaoh was presented to them, and of that of
Isis when Amada put up her prayer to the divine Mother. To tell the
truth, I suspected Karema of having some hand in the business.
However, so it happened.

At length we set forth, a mighty host, Bes commanding the swordsmen
and I, under him, the archers, of whom there were more than thirty
thousand men, and glad was I when all the farewells were said and we
were free of the weeping crowds of women. At first Bes and Karema were
somewhat sad at parting from their children, but in a little while
they grew gay again since the one longed for battle and the other for
the sands of Egypt.

Now of our advance I need say little, except that it was slow, though
none dared to bar the road of so mighty an array. Since we must go on
foot, we were not able to cover more than five leagues a day, for even
after we reached the river boats could not be found for so many,
though Karema travelled in one with her ladies. Also cattle and corn
must always be sent forward for food. Still we crept on to Egypt
without sickness, accident, or revolt.

When we drew near to its frontiers messengers met us from Pharaoh
bearing letters in answer to those which we had sent with the tidings
of our coming. These contained little but ill news. It seemed that the
Great King with a countless host had taken all the cities of the Delta
and, after a long siege, had captured Memphis and put it to the sack,
and that the army of Egypt, fighting desperately by land and upon the
Nile was being driven southwards towards Thebes. Pharaoh added that he
proposed to make his last stand at the strong city of Amada, since he
doubted whether the troops from Lower Egypt would not rather surrender
to the Easterns than retreat further up the Nile. He thanked and
blessed us for our promised aid and prayed that it might come in time
to save Egypt from slavery and himself from death.

Also there was a letter for me from Amada in which she said,

"Oh! come quickly. Come quickly, beloved Shabaka, lest of me you
should find but bones for never will I fall living into the hands
of the Great King. We are sore pressed and although Amada has been
made very strong, it can stand but a little while against such a
countless multitude armed with all the engines of war."

For Karema, too, there were messages from the holy Tanofir of the same
meaning, saying that unless we appeared within a moon of their
receipt, all was lost.

We read and took counsel. Then we pressed forward by double marches,
sending swift runners forward to bid Pharaoh and his army hold on to
the last spear and arrow.

On the twenty-fifth day from the receipt of this news we came to the
great frontier city which we found in tumult for its citizens were mad
with fear. Here we rested one night and ate of the food that was
gathered there in plenty. Then leaving a small rear-guard of five
thousand men who were tired out, to hold the place, we pressed
onwards, for Amada was still four days' march away. On the morning of
the fourth day we were told that it was falling, or had fallen, and
when at length we came in sight of the place we saw that it was
beleaguered by an innumerable host of Easterns, while on the Nile was
a great fleet of Grecian and Cyprian mercenaries. Moreover, heralds
from the King of kings reached us, saying:

"Surrender, Barbarians, or before the second day dawns you shall sleep
sound, every one of you."

To these we answered that we would take counsel on the matter and that
perhaps on the morrow we would surrender, since when we had marched
from Ethiopia, we did not know how great was the King's strength,
having been deceived as to it by the letters of the Pharaoh. Meanwhile
that the King of kings would do well to let us alone, since we were
brave men and meant to die hard, and it would be better for him to
leave us to march back to Ethiopia, rather than lose an army in trying
to kill us.

With these words which were spoken by Bes himself, the messengers
departed. One of them however, who seemed to be a great lord, called
in a loud voice to his companions, saying it was hard that nobles
should have to do the errands, not of a man but of an ape who would
look better hanging to a pole. Bes made no answer, only rolled his
yellow eyes and said when the lord was out of hearing,

"Now by the Grasshopper and all the gods of Egypt I swear that in
payment for this insult I will choke the Nile with the army of the
Great King, and hang that knave to a pole from the prow of the royal
ship." Which last thing I hope he did.

When the embassy had gone Bes gave orders that the whole army should
eat and lie down to sleep.

"I am sure," said he, "that the Great King will not attack us at once,
since he will hope that we shall flee away during the night, having
seen his strength."

So the Ethiopians filled themselves and then lay down to sleep, which
these people can do at any time, even if not tired as they were. But
while they rested Bes and I and Karema, with some of the generals
consulted together long and earnestly. For in truth we knew not what
to do. But a league away lay the town of Amada beset by hundreds of
thousands of the Easterns so that none could come in or out, and
within its walls were the remains of Pharaoh's army, not more than
twenty thousand men, all told, if what we heard were true. On the Nile
also was the great Grecian and Cyprian fleet, two hundred vessels and
more, though as we could see by the light of the setting sun the most
of these were made fast to the western bank where the Egyptians could
not come at them.

For the rest our position was good, being on high desert beyond the
cultivated land which bordered the eastern bank. But in front of us,
separating us from the southern army of the King, stretched a swamp
hard to cross, so that we could not hope to make an attack by night as
there was no moon. Lastly, the main Eastern strength, to the number of
two hundred thousand or more, lay to the north beyond Amada.

All these things we considered, talking low and earnestly there in the
tent, till it grew so dark that we could not see each other's faces
while behind us slumbered our army that now numbered some seventy
thousand men.

"We are in a trap," said Bes at length. "If we await attack they will
weigh us down with numbers. If we flee they have camels and horses and
will overtake us; also ships of which we have none. If we attack it
must be without cover through swamp where we shall be bogged.

"Meanwhile Pharaoh is perishing within yonder walls of Amada which the
engines batter down. By the Grasshopper! I know not what to do. It
seems that our journey is vain and that few of us will see Ethiopia
more; also that Egypt is sped."

I made no answer, for here my generalship failed me and I had nothing
to say. The captains, too, were silent, only woman-like, Karema wept a
little, and I too went near to weeping who thought of Amada penned in
yonder temple like a lamb that awaits the butcher's knife.

Suddenly, coming from the door of the tent which I thought was closed,
I heard a deep voice say,

"I have ever noted that those of Ethiopian blood are melancholy after
sundown, though of Egyptians I had thought better things."

Now about this voice there was something familiar to me, still I said
nothing, nor did the others, for to speak the truth, all of us were
frightened and thought that we must dream. For how could any thing
that breathed approach this tent through a triple line of sentries? So
we sat still, staring at the darkness, till presently in that darkness
appeared a glow of light, such as comes from the fire-flies of
Ethiopia. It grew and grew while we gasped with fear, till presently
it took shape, and the shape it took was that of the ancient withered
face, the sightless eyes, and the white beard of the holy Tanofir.
Yes, there not two feet from the ground seemed to float the head of
the holy Tanofir, limned in faint flame, which I suppose must have
been reflected on to it from the light of some camp-fire without.

"O my beloved master!" cried Karema, and threw herself towards him.

"O my beloved Cup!" answered Tanofir. "Glad am I to know you well and

Then a torch was lit and lo! there before us, wrapped in his dark
cloak sat the holy Tanofir.

"Whence come you, my Great-uncle?" I asked amazed.

"From less far than you do, Nephew," he answered. "Namely out of Amada
yonder. Oh! ask me not how. It is easy if you are a blind old beggar
who knows the path. And by the way, if you have aught to eat I should
be glad of a bite and a sup, since in Amada food has been scarce for
this last month, and to-night there is little left."

Karema sped from the tent and presently returned with bread and wine
of which Tanofir partook almost greedily.

"This is the first strong drink that I have tasted for many a year,"
he said as he drained the goblet; "but better a broken vow than broken
wits when one has much to plan and do. At least I hope the gods will
think so when I meet them presently. There--I am strong again. Now,
say, what is your force?"

We told him.

"Good. And what is your plan?"

We shook our heads, having none.

"Bes," he said sternly, "I think you grow dull since you became a king
--or perhaps it is marriage that makes you so. Why, in bygone years
schemes would have come so fast that they would have choked each other
between those thick lips of yours. And Shabaka, tell me, have you lost
all your generalship whereof once you had plenty, in the soft air of
Ethiopia? Or is it that even the shadow of marriage makes /you/ dull?
Well, I must turn to the woman, for that is always the lot of man.
Your plan, Karema, and quickly for there is no time to lose."

Now the face of Karema grew fixed and her eyes dreamy as she spoke in
a slow, measured voice like one who knows not what she says.

"My plan is to destroy the armies of the Great King and to relieve the
city of Amada."

"A very good plan," said holy Tanofir, "but the question is, how?"

"I think," went on Karema, "that about a league above this place there
is a spot where at this season the Nile can be forded by tall men
without the wetting of their shoulders. First then, I would send five
thousand swordsmen across that ford and let them creep down on the
navy of the Great King where the sailors revel in safety, or sleep
sound, and fire the ships. The wind blows strongly from the south and
the flames will leap fast from one of them to the other. Most of their
crews will be burned and the rest can be slain by our five thousand."

"Good, very good," said the holy Tanofir, "but not enough, seeing that
on the eastern bank is gathered the host of over two hundred thousand
men. Now how will you deal with /them/, Karema?"

"I seem to see a road yonder beyond the swamp. It runs on the edge of
the desert but behind the sand-hills. I would send the archers of whom
there are more than thirty thousand, under the command of Shabaka
along that road which leads them past Amada. On its farther side are
low hills strewn with rocks. Here I would let the archers take cover
and wait for the breaking of the dawn. Then beneath them they will see
the most of the Eastern host and with such bows as ours they can sweep
the plain from the hills almost to the Nile, and having a hundred
arrows to a man, should slaughter the Easterns by the ten thousand,
for when these turn to charge a shaft should pierce through two

"Good again," said Tanofir. "But what of the army of the Great King
which lies upon this side of Amada?"

"I think that before the dawn, believing us so few, it will advance
and with the first light begin to thread the swamp, and therefore we
must keep five thousand archers to gall it as it comes. Still it will
win through, though with loss, and find us waiting for it here
shoulder to shoulder, rank upon rank with locked shields, against
which horse and foot shall break in vain, for who shall drive a wedge
through the Ethiopian squares that Shabaka has trained and that Bes,
the Karoon, commands? I say that they shall roll back like waves from
a cliff; yes, again and again, growing ever fewer till the clamour of
battle and the shouts of fear and agony reach their ears from beyond
Amada where Shabaka and the archers do their work and the sight of the
burning ships strikes terror in them and they fly."

"Good again," said the holy Tanofir. "But still many on both fronts
will be left, for this army of Easterns is very vast. And how will you
deal with these, O Karema?"

"On these I would have Pharaoh with all his remaining strength pour
from the northern and the southern gates of Amada, for so shall they
be caught like wounded lions between two wild bulls and torn and
trampled and utterly destroyed. Only I know not how to tell Pharaoh
what he must do, and when."

"Good again," said the holy Tanofir, "very good. And as for the
telling of Pharaoh, well, I shall see him presently. It is strange, my
chipped Cup which I had almost thrown away as useless, that although
broken, you still hold so much wisdom. For know, wonderful though it
may seem, that just such plans as you have spoken have grown up in my
own mind, only I wished to learn if you thought them wise."

Then he laughed a little and Karema stretched her arms as one does who
awakes from sleep, rubbed her eyes and asked if he would not eat more

In an instant Tanofir was speaking again in a quick, clear voice.

"Bes, or King," he said, "doubtless you will do your wife's will.
Therefore let the host be aroused and stand to its arms. As it chances
I have four men without who can be trusted. Two of these will guide
the five thousand to the ford and across it; also down upon the ships.
The other two will guide Shabaka and the archers along the road which
Karema remembers so well; perhaps she trod it as a child. For my part
I return to Amada to make sure that Pharaoh does his share and at the
right time. For mark, unless all this is carried through to-night
Amada will fall to-morrow, a certain priestess will die, and you, Bes,
and your soldiers will never look on Ethiopia again. Is it agreed?"

I nodded who did not wish to waste time in words, and Bes rolled his
eyes and answered,

"When one can think of nothing, it is best to follow the counsel of
those who can think of something; also to hunt rather than to be
hunted. Especially is this so if that something comes from the holy
Tanofir or his broken Cup. Generals, you have heard. Rouse the host
and bid them stand to their arms company by company!"

The generals leapt away into the darkness like arrows from a bow, and
presently we heard the noise of gathering men.

"Where are these guides of yours, holy Tanofir?" asked Bes.

Tanofir beckoned over his shoulder, and out of the gloom, one by one,
four men stole into the tent. They were strange, quiet men, but I can
say no more of them since their faces were veiled, nor as it chances,
did I ever see any of them after the battle, in which I suppose that
they were killed. Or perhaps they appeared after--well, never mind!

"You have heard," said Tanofir, whereupon all four of them bowed their
mysterious veiled heads.

"Now, my Brother," whispered Bes into my ear, "tell me, I pray you,
how did four men who were not in the tent, hear what was said in this
tent, and how did they come through the guards who have orders to kill
anyone who does not know the countersign, especially men whose faces
are wrapped in napkins?"

"I do not know," I answered, whereon Bes groaned, only Karema smiled a
little as though to herself.

"Then, having heard, obey," said the holy Tanofir, whereon the four
veiled ones bowed again.

"Will you not give them their orders, O most Venerable?" inquired Bes

"I think it is needless," said Tanofir in a dry voice. "Why try to
teach those who know?"

"Will you not offer them something to eat, since they also must be
hungry?" I asked of Karema.

"Fool, be silent," she replied, looking on me with contempt. "Do the--
friends--of Tanofir need to eat?"

"I should have thought so after being beleaguered for a month in a
starving town. If the master wants to eat, why should not his men?" I

Then a thought struck me and I was silent.

A general returned and reported that the orders had been executed and
that all the army was afoot.

"Good," said Bes. "Then start forthwith with five thousand men, and
burn those ships, according to the plan laid down by the Queen Karema,
which you heard her speak but now," and he named certain regiments
that he should take with him, those of the general's own command,
adding: "Save some of the ships if you can, and afterwards cross the
Nile in them with your men, and join yourself either to my force or to
that of the lord Shabaka, according to what you see. May the
Grasshopper give you victory and wisdom."

The general saluted and asked,

"Who guides us to and across the ford of the great river?"

Two of the veiled men stepped forward whereon the general muttered
into my ear,

"I like not the look of them. I pray the Grasshopper they do not guide
us across the River of Death."

"Have no fear, General," said the holy Tanofir from the other end of
the tent. "If you and your men play their parts as well as the guides
will play theirs, the ships are already burned together with their
companies. Only take fire with you."

So that general departed with the two guides, looking somewhat
frightened, and soon was marching up Nile at the head of five thousand

Now Bes looked at me and said,

"It seems that you had better be gone also, my Brother, with the
archers. Perchance the holy Tanofir will show you whither."

"No, no," answered Tanofir, "my guides will show him. Look not so
doubtful, Shabaka. Did I fail you when you were in the grip of the
King of kings in the East, and only your own life and that of Bes were
at stake?"

"I do not know," I answered.

"You do not know, but I know, as I think do Bes and Karema, since the
one received the messages which the other sent. Well, if I did not
fail you then, shall I fail you now when Egypt is at stake? Follow
these guides I give you, and----" here he took hold of the quiver of
arrows that lay beside me on the ground, and as certainly as though he
could see it with his blind eyes, touched one of them, on the shaft of
which were two black and a white feather, "remember my words after you
have loosed this arrow from your great black bow and noted where it

Then I turned to Bes and asked,

"Where do we meet again?"

"I cannot say, Brother," he answered. "In Amada if that may be. If
not, at the Table of Osiris, or in the fields of the Grasshopper, or
in the blackness which swallows all, gods and men together."

"Does Karema come with me or bide with you?" I asked again.

"She does neither," interrupted Tanofir, "she accompanies me to Amada,
where I have need of her and she will be more safe. Oh! fear nothing,
for every hermit however poor, still carries his staff and his cup,
even if it be cracked."

Then I shook Bes by the hand and went my way, wondering if I were
awake or dreaming, and the last thing I saw in that tent was the
beautiful face of Karema smiling at me. This I took to be a good omen,
since I knew that it was the heart of the holy Tanofir which smiled,
and that her eyes were but its mirror.

Already my thirty thousand archers were marshalling, and having made
sure that there was ample store of arrows and that all their gourds
were filled with water, I set myself at their head while in front of
me walked the two veiled guides. I looked upon them doubtfully, since
it seemed dangerous to trust an army to unknown men who for aught I
knew, might lead us into the midst of our foes. Then I remembered that
they were vouched for by the holy Tanofir, my own great-uncle whom I
trusted above any man on earth, and took heart again.

How had he come into our tent, I wondered, and how, blind as he was,
would he get back into Amada with Karema, if he took her? Well, who
could account for the goings or the comings of the holy Tanofir, who
was more of a spirit than a man? Perhaps it was not really he whom we
had seen, but what we Egyptians called his /Ka/ or Double which can
pass to and fro at will. Only do /Kas/ eat? Of this matter I knew only
that offerings of food and drink are made to them in tombs. So leaving
the holy Tanofir to guard himself, I turned my mind to our own
business, which was to surprise the army of the Great King.

Skirting the swamp we came to rough and higher ground and though I
could see little in that darkness, I knew that we were walking up a
hill. Presently we crossed its crest and descending for three bowshots
or so, I felt that my feet were on a road. Now the guides turned to
the left and after them in a long line came my army of thirty thousand
archers. In utter silence we went since we had no beasts with us and
our sandalled feet made little noise; moreover orders had been passed
down the line that the man who made a sound should die.

For two hours or more we marched thus, then bore to the left again and
climbed a slope, by which time I judged we must be well past the town
of Amada. Here suddenly the guides halted and we after them at
whispered words of command. One of them took me by the cloak, led me
forward a little way to the crest of the ridge, and pointed with his
white-sleeved arm. I looked and there beneath me, well within bowshot,
were thousands of the watchfires of the King's army, flaring, some of
them, in the strong wind. For a full league those fires burned and we
were opposite to the midmost of them.

"See now, General Shabaka," said the guide, speaking for the first
time in a curious hissing whisper such as might come from a man who
had no lips, "beneath you sleeps the Eastern host, which being so
great, has not thought it needful to guard this ridge. Now marshal
your archers in a fourfold line in such fashion that at the first
break of dawn they can take cover behind the rocks and shoot, every
man of them without piercing his fellow. Do you bide here with the
centre where your standard can be seen by all to north and south. I
and my companion will lead your vanguard farther on to where the ridge
draws nearer to the Nile, so that with their arrows they can hold back
and slay any who strive to escape down stream. The rest is in your
hands, for we are guides, not generals. Summon your captains and issue
your commands."

So we went back again and I called the officers together and told them
what they were to do, then despatched them to their regiments.

Presently the vanguard of ten thousand men drew away and vanished, and
with them the white-robed guides on whom I never looked again. Then I
marshalled my centre as well as I could in the gloom, and bade them
lie down to rest and sleep if they were able; also, within thirty
minutes of the sunrise, to eat and drink a little of the food they
carried, to see that every bow was ready and that the arrows were
loosened in every quiver. This done, with a few whom I trusted to
serve me as messengers and guard, I crept up to the brow of the hill
or slope, and there we laid us down and watched.



Two hours went by and I knew by the stars that the dawn could not be
far away. My eyes were fixed upon the Nile and on the lights that hung
to the prows of the Great King's ships. Where were those who had been
sent to fire them, I wondered, for of them I saw nothing. Well, their
journey would be long as they must wade the river. Perhaps they had
not yet arrived, or perhaps they had miscarried. At least the fleet
seemed very quiet. None were alarmed there and no sentry challenged.

At length it grew near to dawn and behind me I heard the gentle stir
of the Ethiopians arising and eating as they had been bidden, whereon
I too ate and drank a little, though never had I less wished for food.
The East brightened and far up the Nile of a sudden there appeared
what at first I took to be a meteor or a lantern waving in the wind
that now was blowing its strongest, as it does at this season of the
year just at the time of dawn. Yet that lantern seemed to travel fast
and lo! now I saw that it was fire running up the rigging of a ship.

It leapt from rope to rope and from sail to sail till they blazed
fiercely, and in other ships also nearer to us, flame appeared that
grew to a great red sheet. Our men had not failed; the navy of the
King of kings was burning! Oh! how it burned fanned by the breath of
that strong wind. From vessel to vessel leapt the fire like a thing
alive, for all of them were drawn up on the bank with prows fastened
in such fashion that they could not readily be made loose. Some broke
away indeed, but they were aflame and only served to spread the fire
more quickly. Before the rim of the sun appeared for a league or more
there was nothing but blazing ships from which rose a hideous crying,
and still more and more took fire lower down the line.

I had no time to watch for now I must be up and doing. The sky grew
grey, there was light enough to see though faintly. I cast my eyes
about me and perceived that no place in the world could have been
better for archery. In front the hill was steep for a hundred paces or
more and scattered over with thousands of large stones behind which
bowmen might take shelter. Then came a gentle slope of loose sand up
which attackers would find it hard to climb. Then the long flat plain
whereon the Easterns were camped, and beyond it, scarce two furlongs
away, the banks of Nile.

Indeed the place was ill-chosen for so great an army, nor could it
have held them all, had not the camping ground been a full league in
length, and even so they were crowded. Out of the mist their tents
appeared, thousands of them, farther than my eye could reach, and
almost opposite to me, near to the banks of the river, was a great
pavilion of silk and gold that I guessed must shelter the majesty of
the King of kings. Indeed this was certain since now I saw that over
it floated his royal banner which I knew so well, I who had stolen the
little White Signet of signets from which it was taken. Truly the holy
Tanofir, or his Cup, Karema, or his messengers, or the spirits with
whom he dwelt, I know not which, had a general's eye and knew how to
plan an ambuscade.

So, thought I to myself as I ran back to my army to meet the gathered
captains and set all things in order. It was soon done for they were
ready, as were the fierce Ethiopians fresh from their rest and food,
and stringing their bows, every one of them, or loosening the arrows
in their quivers. As I came they lifted their hands in salute, for
speak they dared not and I sent a whisper down their ranks, that this
day they must fight and conquer, or fall for the glory of Ethiopia and
their king. Then I gave my orders and before the sun rose and revealed
them they crept forward in a fourfold line and took shelter behind the
stones, lying there invisible on their bellies until the moment came.

The red rim of Ra appeared glorious in the East, and I, from behind
the rocks that I had chosen, sat down and watched. Oh! truly Tanofir
or the gods of Egypt were ordering things aright for us. The huge camp
was awake now and aware of what was happening on the Nile. They could
not see well because of the tall reeds upon the river's rim and
therefore, without order or discipline, by the thousand and the ten
thousand, for their numbers were countless, some with arms and some
without, they ran to the slope of sand beneath our station and began
to climb it to have a better view of the burning ships.

The sun leapt up swiftly as it does in Egypt. His glowing edge
appeared over the crest of the hill though the hollows beneath were
still filled with shadow. The moment was at hand. I waited till I had
counted ten, glancing to the right and left of me to see that all were
ready and to suffer the crowd to thicken on the slope, but not to
reach the lowest rocks, whither they were climbing. Then I gave the
double signal that had been agreed.

Behind me the banner of the golden Grasshopper was raised upon a tall
pole and broke upon the breeze. That was the first signal whereat
every man rose to his knees and set shaft on string. Next I lifted my
bow, the black bow, the ancient bow that few save I could bend, and
drew it to my ear.

Far away, out of arrow-reach as most would have said, floated the
Great King's standard over his pavilion. At this I aimed, making
allowance for the wind, and shot. The shaft leapt forward, seen in the
sunlight, lost in the shadow, seen in the sunlight again and lastly
seen once more, pinning that golden standard against its pole!

At the sight of the omen a roar went up that rolled to right and left
of us, a roar from thirty thousand throats. Now it was lost in a sound
like to the hissing of thunder rain in Ethiopia, the sound of thirty
thousand arrows rushing through the wind. Oh! they were well aimed,
those arrows for I had not taught the Ethiopians archery in vain.

How many went down before them? The gods of Egypt know alone. I do
not. All I know is that the long slope of sand which had been crowded
with standing men, was now thick with fallen men, many of whom lay as
though they were asleep. For what mail could resist the iron-pointed
shafts driven by the strong bows of the Ethiopians?

And this was but a beginning, for, flight after flight, those arrows
sped till the air grew dark with them. Soon there were no more to
shoot at on the slope, for these were down, and the order went to lift
the bows and draw upon the camp, and especially upon the parks of
baggage beasts. Presently these were down also, or rushing maddened to
and fro.

At last the Eastern generals saw and understood. Orders were shouted
and in a mad confusion the scores of thousands who were unharmed,
rushed back towards the banks of Nile where our shafts could not reach
them. Here they formed up in their companies and took counsel. It was
soon ended, for all the vast mass of them, preceded by a cloud of
archers, began to advance upon the hill.

Now I passed a command to the Ethiopians, of whom so far not one had
fallen, to lie low and wait. On came the glittering multitude of
Easterns, gay with purple and gold, their mail and swords shining in
the risen sun. On they came by squadron and by company, more than the
eye could number. They reached the sand slope thick with their own
dead and wounded and paused a little because they could see no man,
since the black bodies of the Ethiopians were hid behind the black
stones and the black bows did not catch the light.

Then from a gorgeous group that I guessed hid the person of the Great
King surrounded by his regiment of guards, ten thousand of them who
were called Immortals, messengers sprang forth screaming the order to
charge. The host began to climb the slippery sand slope but still I
held my hand till their endless lines were within fifty paces of us
and their arrows rattled harmlessly against our stones. Then I caused
the banner of the Grasshopper that had been lowered, to be lifted
thrice, and at the third lifting once more thirty thousand arrows
rushed forth to kill.

They went down, they went down in lines and heaps, riddled through and
through. But still others came on for they fought under the eye of the
Great King, and to fly meant death with shame and torture. We could
not kill them all, they were too many. We could not kill the half of
them. Now their foremost were within ten paces of us and since we must
stand up to shoot, our men began to fall, also pierced with arrows. I
caused the blast of retreat to be sounded on the ivory horn and step
by step we drew back to the crest of the ridge, shooting as we went.
On the crest we re-formed rapidly in a double line standing as close
as we could together and my example was followed all down the ranks to
right and left. Then I bethought me of a plan that I had taught these
archers again and again in Ethiopia.

With the flag I signalled a command to stop shooting and also passed
the word down the line, so that presently no more arrows flew. The
Easterns hesitated, wondering whether this were a trap, or if we
lacked shafts, and meanwhile I sent messengers with certain orders to
the vanguard, who sped away at speed behind the hill, running as they
never ran before. Presently I heard a voice below cry out,

"The Great King commands that the barbarians be destroyed. Let the
barbarians be destroyed!"

Now with a roar they came on like a flood. I waited till they were
within twenty paces of us, and shouted, "Shoot and fall!"

The first line shot and oh! fearful was its work, for not a shaft
missed those crowded hosts and many pinned two together. My archers
shot and fell down, setting new arrows to the string as they fell,
whereon the second line also shot over them. Then up we sprang and
loosed again, and again fell down, whereon the second line once more
poured in its deadly hail.

Now the Easterns stayed their advance, for their front ranks lay
prone, and those behind must climb over them if they could. Yes,
standing there in glittering groups they rocked and hesitated although
their officers struck them with swords and lances to drive them
forward. Once more our front rank rose and loosed, and once more we
dropped and let the shafts of the second speed over us. It was too
much, flesh and blood could not bear more of those arrows. Thousands
upon thousands were down and the rest began to flee in confusion.

Then at my command the ivory horns sounded the charge. Every man slung
his bow upon his back and drew his short sword.

"On to them!" I cried and leapt forward.

Like a black torrent we rushed down the hill, leaping over the dead
and wounded. The retreat became a rout since before these ebon, great-
eyed warriors the soft Easterns did not care to stand. They fled

"These are devils! These are devils!"

We were among them now, hacking and stabbing with the short swords
upon their heads and backs. There was no need to aim the blow, they
were so many. Like a huddled mob of cattle they turned and fled down
Nile. But my orders had reached the vanguard and these, hidden in the
growing crops on the narrow neck of swampy land between the hills and
the Nile, met them with arrows as they came, also raked them from the
steep cliff side. Their chariot wheels sank into the mud till the
horses were slain; their footmen were piled in heaps about them, till
soon there was a mighty wall of dead and dying. And our centre and
rearguard came up behind. Oh! we slew and slew, till before the sun
was an hour high over half the army of the Great King was no more.
Then we re-formed, having suffered but little loss, and drank of the
water of the Nile.

"All is not done," I cried.

For the Immortals still remained behind us, gathered in massed ranks
about their king. Also there were many thousands of others between
these and the walls of Amada, and to the south of the city yet a
second army, that with which Bes had been left to deal, with what
success I knew not.

"Ethiopians," I shouted, "cease crying Victory, since the battle is
about to begin. Strike, and at once before the Easterns find their
heart again."

So we advanced upon the Immortals, all of us, for now the vanguard had
joined our strength.

In long lines we advanced over that blood-soaked plain, and as we came
the Great King loosed his remaining chariots against us. It availed
him nothing, since the horses could not face our arrows whereof,
thanks be to the gods! I had prepared so ample a store, carried in
bundles by lads. Scarce a chariot reached our lines, and those that
did were destroyed, leaving us unbroken.

The chariots were done with and their drivers dead, but there still
frowned the squares of the Immortals. We shot at them till nearly all
our shafts were spent, and, galled to madness, they charged. We did
not wait for the points of those long spears, but ran in beneath them
striking with our short swords, and oh! grim and desperate was that
battle, since the Easterns were clad in mail and the Ethiopians had
but short jerkins of bull's hide.

Fight as we would we were driven back. The fray turned against us and
we fell by hundreds. I bethought me of flight to the hills, since now
we were outnumbered and very weary. But behold! when all seemed lost a
great shouting rose from Amada and through her opened gates poured
forth all that remained of the army of Pharaoh, perhaps eighteen or
twenty thousand men. I saw, and my heart rose again.

"Stand firm!" I cried. "Stand firm!" and lo! we stood.

The Egyptians were on them now and in their midst I saw Pharaoh's
banner. By degrees the battle swayed towards the banks of Nile, we to
the north, the Egyptians to the south and the Easterns between us.
They were trying to turn our flank; yes, and would have done it, had
there not suddenly appeared upon the Nile a fleet of ships. At first I
thought that we were lost, for these ships were from Greece and
Cyprus, till I saw the banner of the Grasshopper wave from a prow, and
knew that they were manned by our five thousand who had gone out to
burn the fleet, and had saved these vessels. They beached and from
their crowded holds poured the five thousand, or those that were left
of them, and ranging themselves upon the bank, raised their war-shout
and attacked the ends of the Easterns' lines.

Now we charged for the last time and the Egyptians charged from the
south. Ha-ha! the ranks of the Immortals were broken at length. We
were among them. I saw Pharaoh, his /uręus/ circlet on his helm. He
was wounded and sore beset. A tall Immortal rushed at him with a spear
and drove it home.

Pharaoh fell.

I leapt over him and killed that Eastern with a blow upon the neck,
but my sword shattered on his armour. The tide of battle rolled up and
swept us apart and I saw Pharaoh being carried away. Look! yonder was
the Great King himself standing in a golden chariot, the Great King in
all his glory whom last I had seen far away in the East. He knew me
and shot at me with a bow, the bow he thought my own, shouting, "Die,
dog of an Egyptian!"

His arrow pierced my helm but missed my head. I strove to come at him
but could not.

The real rout began. The Immortals were broken like an earthen jar.
They retreated in groups fighting desperately and of these the
thickest was around the Great King. He whom I hated was about to
escape me. He still had horses; he would fly down Nile, gain his
reserves and so away back to the East, where he would gather new and
yet larger armies, since men in millions were at his command. Then he
would return and destroy Egypt when perchance there were no Ethiopians
to help her, and perhaps after all drag Amada to his House of Women.
See, they were breaking through and already I was far away with a
wound in my breast, a hurt leg and a shattered sword.

What could I do? My arrows were spent and the bearers had none left to
give me. No, there was one still in the quiver. I drew it out. On its
shaft were two black feathers and one white. Who had spoken of that
arrow? I remembered, Tanofir. I was to think of certain things that he
had said when I noted what it pierced. I unslung my bow, strung it and
set that arrow on the string.

By now the Great King was far away, out of reach for most archers. His
chariot forging ahead amidst the remnant of his guards and the nobles
who attended on his sacred person, travelled over a little rise where
doubtless once there had been a village, long since rotted down to its
parent clay. The sunlight glinted on his shining armour and silken
robe, whereof the back was toward me.

I aimed, I drew, I loosed! Swift and far the shaft sped forward. By
Osiris! it struck him full between the shoulders, and lo! the King of
kings, the Monarch of the World, lurched forward, fell on to the rail
of his chariot, and rolled to the ground. Next instant there arose a
roar of, "The King is dead! The Great King is dead! /Fly, fly, fly!/"

So they fled and after them thundered the pursuers slaying and slaying
till they could lift their arms no more. Oh! yes, some escaped though
the men of Thebes and country folk murdered many of them and but a few
ever won back to the East to tell the tale of the blotting out of the
mighty army of the King of kings and of the doom dealt to him by the
great black bow of Shabaka the Egyptian.

I stood there gasping, when suddenly I heard a voice at my side. It

"You seem to have done very well, Brother, even better than we did
yonder on the other side of the town, though some might think that
fray a thing whereof to make a song. Also that last shot of yours was
worthy of a good archer, for I marked it, I marked it. A great lord
was laid low thereby. Let us go and see who it was."

I threw my arm round the bull neck of Bes and leaning on him, advanced
to where the King lay alone save for the fallen about him.

"This man is not yet sped," said Bes. "Let us look upon his face," and
he turned him over, and stretched him there upon the sand with the
arrow standing two spans beyond his corselet.

"Why," said Bes, "this is a certain High one with whom we had dealings
in the East!" and he laughed thickly.

Then the Great King opened his eyes and knew us and on his dying
features came a look of hate.

"So you have conquered, Egyptian," he said. "Oh! if only I had you
again in the East, whence in my folly I let you go----"

"You would set me in your boat, would you not, whence by the wisdom of
Bes I escaped."

"More than that," he gasped.

"I shall not serve you so," I went on. "I shall leave you to die as a
warrior should upon a fair fought field. But learn, tyrant and
murderer, that the shaft which overthrew you came from the black bow
you coveted and thought you had received, and that this hand loosed it
--not at hazard."

"I guessed it," he whispered.

"Know, too, King, that the lady Amada whom you also coveted, waits to
be my wife; that your mighty army is destroyed, and that Egypt is free
by the hands of Shabaka the Egyptian and Bes the dwarf."

"Shabaka the Egyptian," he muttered, "whom I held and let go because
of a dream and for policy. So, Shabaka, you will wed Amada whom I
desired because I could not take her, and doubtless you will rule in
Egypt, for Pharaoh, I think, is as I am to-day. O Shabaka, you are
strong and a great warrior, but there is something stronger than you
in the world--that which men call Fate. Such success as yours offends
the gods. Look on me, Shabaka, look on the King of kings, the Ruler of
the earth, lying shamed in the dust before you, and, accursed Shabaka!
do not call yourself happy until you see death as near as I do now."

Then he threw his arms wide and died.

We called to soldiers to bear his body and having set the pursuit,
with that royal clay entered into Amada in triumph. It was not a very
great town and the temple was its finest building and thither we
wended. In the outer court we found Pharaoh lying at the point of
death, for from many wounds his life drained out with his flowing
blood, nor could the leeches help him.

"Greeting, Shabaka," he said, "you and the Ethiopians have saved
Egypt. My son is slain in the battle and I too am slain, and who
remains to rule her save you, you and Amada? Would that you had
married her at once, and never left my side. But she was foolish and
headstrong and I--was jealous of you, Shabaka. Forgive me, and

He spoke no more although he lived a little while.

Karema came from the inner court. She greeted her husband, then turned
and said,

"Lord Shabaka, one waits to welcome you."

I rested myself upon her shoulder, for I could not walk alone.

"What happened to the army of the Karoon?" I asked as we went slowly.

"That happened, Lord, which the holy Tanofir foretold. The Easterns
attacked across the swamp, thinking to bear us down by numbers. But
the paths were too narrow and their columns were bogged in the mud.
Still they struggled on against the arrows to its edge and there the
Ethiopians fell on them and being lighter-footed and without armour,
had the mastery of them, who were encumbered by their very multitude.
Oh! I saw it all from the temple top. Bes did well and I am proud of
him, as I am proud of you."

"It is of the Ethiopians that you should be proud, Karema, since with
one to five they have won a great battle."

We came to the end of the second court where was a sanctuary.

"Enter," said Karema and fell back.

I did so and though the cedar door was left a little ajar, at first
could see nothing because of the gloom of the place. By degrees my
eyes grew accustomed to the darkness and I perceived an alabaster
statue of the goddess Isis of the size of life, who held in her arms
an ivory child, also lifesize. Then I heard a sigh and, looking down,
saw a woman clad in white kneeling at the feet of the statue, lost in
prayer. Suddenly she rose and turned and the ray of light from the
door ajar fell upon her. It was Amada draped only in the transparent
robe of a priestess, and oh! she was beautiful beyond imagining, so
beautiful that my heart stood still.

She saw me in my battered mail and the blood flowed up to her breast
and brow and in her eyes there came a light such as I had never known
in them before, the light that is lit only by the torch of woman's
love. Yes, no longer were hers the eyes of a priestess; they were the
eyes of a woman who burns with mortal passion.

"Amada," I whispered, "Amada found at last."

"Shabaka," she whispered back, "returned at last, to me, your home,"
and she stretched out her arms toward me.

But before I could take her into mine, she uttered a little cry and
shrank away.

"Oh! not here," she said, "not here in the presence of this Holy One
who watches all that passes in heaven and earth."

"Then perchance, Amada, she has watched the freeing of Egypt on yonder
field to-day, and knows for whose sake it was done."

"Hearken, Shabaka. I am your guerdon. Moreover as a woman I am yours.
There is naught I desire so much as to feel your kiss upon me. For it
and it alone I am ready to risk my spirit's death and torment. But for
you I fear. Twice have I sworn myself to this goddess and she is very
jealous of those who rob her of her votaries. I fear that her curse
will fall not only on me, but on you also, and not only for this life
but for all lives that may be given to us. For your own sake, I pray
you leave me. I hear that Pharaoh my uncle is dead or dying, and
doubtless they will offer you the throne. Take it, Shabaka, for in it
I ask no share. Take it and leave me to serve the goddess till my

"I too serve a goddess," I answered hoarsely, "and she is named Love,
and you are her priestess. Little I care for Isis who serve the
goddess Love. Come, kiss me here and now, ere perchance I die. Kiss me
who have waited long enough, and so let us be wed."

One moment she paused, swaying in the wind of passion, like a tall
reed on the banks of Nile, and then, ah! then she sank upon my breast
and pressed her lips against my own.


For a few moments I, Shabaka, seemed to be lost in a kind of delirium
and surrounded by a rose-hued mist. Then I, Allan Quatermain, heard a
sharp quick sound as of a clock striking, and looked up. It was a
lock, a beautiful old clock on a mantelpiece opposite to me and the
hands showed that it had just struck the hour of ten.

Now I remembered that centuries ago, as I was dropping asleep, I did
not know why, I had seen that clock and those hands in the same
position and known that it was striking the second stroke of ten. Oh!
what did it all mean? Had thousands of years gone by or--only eight

There was a weight upon my shoulder. I glanced round to see what it
was and discovered the beautiful head of Lady Ragnall who was sweetly
sleeping there. Lady Ragnall! and in that very strange dream which I
had dreamed she was the priestess called Amada. Look, there was the
mark of the new moon above her breast. And not a second ago I had been
in a shrine with Amada dressed as Lady Ragnall was to-night, in
circumstances so intimate that it made me blush to think of them. Lady
Ragnall! Amada!--Amada! Lady Ragnall! A shrine! A boudoir! Oh! I must
be going mad!

I could not disturb her, it would have been--well, unseemly. So I,
Shabaka, or Allan Quatermain, just sat still feeling curiously
comfortable, and tried to piece things together, when suddenly Amada--
I mean Lady Ragnall woke.

"I wonder," she said without lifting her head from my shoulder, "what
happened to the holy Tanofir. I think that I heard him outside the
shine giving directions for the digging of Pharaoh's grave at that
spot, and saying that he must do so at once as his time was very
short. Yes, and I wished that he would go away. Oh! my goodness!" she
exclaimed, and suddenly sprang up.

I too rose and we stood facing each other.

Between us, in front of the fire stood the tripod and the bowl of
black stone at the bottom of which lay a pinch of white ashes, the
remains of the /Taduki/. We stared at it and at each other.

"Oh! where have we been, Shaba--I mean, Mr. Quatermain?" she gasped,
looking at me round-eyed.

"I don't know," I answered confusedly. "To the East I suppose. That is
--it was all a dream."

"A dream!" she said. "What nonsense! Tell me, were you or were you not
in a sanctuary just now with me before the statue of Isis, the same
that fell on George two years ago and killed him, and did you or did
you not give me a necklace of wonderful rosy pearls which we put upon
the neck of the statue as a peace-offering because I had broken my
vows to the goddess--those that you won from the Great King?"

"No," I answered triumphantly, "I did nothing of the sort. Is it
likely that I should have taken those priceless pearls into battle? I
gave them to Karema to keep after my mother returned them to me on her
death-bed; I remember it distinctly."

"Yes, and Karema handed them to me again as your love-token when she
appeared in the city with the holy Tanofir, and what was more welcome
at the moment--something to eat. For we were near starving, you know.
Well, I threw them over your neck and my own in the shrine to be the
symbol of our eternal union. But afterwards we thought that it might
be wise to offer them to the goddess--to appease her, you know. Oh!
how dared we plight our mortal troth there in her very shrine and
presence, and I her twice-sworn servant? It was insult heaped on

"At a guess, because love is stronger than fear," I replied. "But it
seems that you dreamed a little longer than I did. So perhaps you can
tell me what happened afterwards. I only got as far as--well, I forget
how far I got," I added, for at that moment full memory returned and I
could not go on.

She blushed to her eyes and grew disturbed.

"It is all mixed up in my mind too," she exclaimed. "I can only
remember something rather absurd--and affectionate. You know what
strange things dreams are."

"I thought you said it wasn't a dream."

"Really I don't know what it was. But--your wound doesn't hurt you,
does it? You were bleeding a good deal. It stained me here," and she
touched her breast and looked down wonderingly at her sacred, ancient
robe as though she expected to see that it was red.

"As there is no stain now it /must/ have been a dream. But my word!
that was a battle," I answered.

"Yes, I watched it from the pylon top, and oh! it was glorious. Do you
remember the charge of the Ethiopians against the Immortals? Why of
course you must as you led it. And then the fall of Pharaoh Peroa--he
was George, you know. And the death of the Great King, killed by your
black bow; you were a wonderful shot even then, you see. And the
burning of the ships, how they blazed! And--a hundred other things."

"Yes," I said, "it came off. The holy Tanofir was a good strategist--
or his Cup was, I don't know which."

"And you were a good general, and so for the matter of that was Bes.
Oh! what agonies I went through while the fight hung doubtful. My
heart was on fire, yes, I seemed to burn for----" and she stopped.

"For whom?" I asked.

"For Egypt of course, and when, reflected in the alabaster, I saw you
enter that shrine, where you remember I was praying for your success--
and safety, I nearly died of joy. For you know I had been, well,
attached to you--to Shabaka, I mean--all the time--that's my part of
the story which I daresay you did not see. Although I seemed so cold
and wayward I could love, yes, in that life I knew how to love. And
Shabaka looked, oh! a hero with his rent mail and the glory of triumph
in his eyes. He was very handsome, too, in his way. But what nonsense
I am talking."

"Yes, great nonsense. Still, I wish we were sure how it ended. It is a
pity that you forget, for I am crazed with curiosity. I suppose there
is no more /Taduki/, is there?"

"Not a scrap," she answered firmly, "and if there were it would be
fatal to take it twice on the same day. We have learned all there is
to learn. Perhaps it is as well, though I should like to know what
happened after our--our marriage."

"So we /were/ married, were we?"

"I mean," she went on ignoring my remark, "whether you ruled long in
Egypt. For you, or rather Shabaka, did rule. Also whether the Easterns
returned and drove us out, or what. You see the Ivory Child went away
somehow, for we found it again in Kendah Land only a few years ago."

"Perhaps we retired to Ethiopia," I suggested, "and the worship of the
Child continued in some part of that country after the Ethiopian
kingdom passed away."

"Perhaps, only I don't think Karema would ever have gone back to
Ethiopia unless she was obliged. You remember how she hated the place.
No, not even to see those black children of hers. Well, as we can
never tell, it is no use speculating."

"I thought there /was/ more /Taduki/," I remarked sadly. "I am sure I
saw some in the coffer."

"Not one bit," she answered still more firmly than before, and,
stretching out her hand, she shut down the lid of the coffer before I
could look into it. "It may be best so, for as it stands the story had
a happy ending and I don't want to learn, oh! I don't want to learn
how the curse of Isis fell on you and me."

"So you believe in that?"

"Yes, I do," she answered with passion, "and what is more, I believe
it is working still, which perhaps is why we have all come down in the
world, you and I and George and Hans, yes, and even old Harūt whom we
knew in Kendah Land, who, I think, was the holy Tanofir. For as surely
as I live I /know/ beyond possibility of doubt that whatever we may be
called to-day, you were the General Shabaka and I was the priestess
Amada, Royal Lady of Egypt, and between us and about us the curse of
Isis wavers like a sword. That is why George was killed and that is
why--but I feel very tired, I think I had better go to bed."

As I recall that I have explained, I was obliged to leave Ragnall
Castle early the next morning to keep a shooting engagement. O
heavens! to keep a shooting engagement!

But whatever Amada, I mean Lady Ragnall, said, there /was/ plenty more
/Taduki/, as I have good reason to know.

Allan Quatermain.

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