The Ancient Allan: Chapter 11

Chapter 11

THE HOLY TANOFIR

We entered the City of Graves that is called Sekera. In the centre
towered pyramids that hid the bones of ancient and forgotten kings,
and everywhere around upon the desert sands was street upon street of
monuments, but save for a priest or two hurrying to patter his paid
office in the funeral chapels of the departed, never a living man. Bes
looked about him and sniffed with his wide nostrils.

"Is there not death enough in the world, Master," he asked, "that the
living should wish to proclaim it in this fashion, rolling it on their
tongues like a morsel they are loth to swallow, because it tastes so
good? Oh! what a waste is here. All these have had their day and yet
they need houses and pyramids and painted chambers in which to sleep,
whereas if they believed the faith they practised, they would have
been content to give their bones to feed the earth they fed on, and
fill heaven with their souls."

"Do your people thus, Bes?"

"For the most part, Master. Our dead kings and great ones we enclose
in pillars of crystal, but we do this that they may serve a double
purpose. One is that the pillars may support the roof of their
successors, and the other, that those who inherit their goods may
please themselves by reflecting how much handsomer they are than those
who went before them. For no mummy looks really nice, Master, at least
with its wrappings off, and our kings are put naked into the crystal."

"And what becomes of the rest, Bes?"

"Their bodies go to the earth or the water and the Grasshopper carries
off their souls to--where, Master?"

"I do not know, Bes."

"No, Master, no one knows, except the lady Amada and perhaps the holy
Tanofir. Here I think is the entrance to his hole," and he pulled up
his beast with a jerk at what looked like the doorway of a tomb.

Apparently we were expected, for a tall and proud-looking girl clad in
white and with extraordinarily dark eyes, appeared in the doorway and
asked in a soft voice if we were the noble Shabaka and Bes, his slave.

"I am Shabaka," I answered, "and this is Bes, who is not my slave but
a free citizen of Egypt."

The girl contemplated the dwarf with her big eyes, then said,

"And other things, I think."

"What things?" inquired Bes with interest, as he stared at this
beautiful lady.

"A very brave and clever man and one perhaps who is more than he seems
to be?"

"Who has been telling you about me?" exclaimed Bes anxiously.

"No one, O Bes, at least not that I can remember."

"Not that you can remember! Then who and what are you who learn things
you know not how?"

"I am named Karema and desert-bred, and my office is that of Cup to
the holy Tanofir."

"If hermits drink from such a cup I shall turn hermit," said Bes,
laughing. "But how can a woman be a man's cup and what kind of a wine
does he drink from her?"

"The wine of wisdom, O Bes," she replied colouring a little, for like
many Arabs of high blood she was very fair in hue.

"Wine of wisdom," said Bes. "From such cups most drink the wine of
folly, or sometimes of madness."

"The holy Tanofir awaits you," she interrupted, and turning, entered
the doorway.

A little way down the passage was a niche in which stood three lamps
ready lighted. One of these she took and gave the others to us. Then
we followed her down a steep incline of many steps, till at length we
found ourselves in a hot and enormous hall hewn from the living rock
and filled with blackness.

"What is this place?" said Bes, who looked frightened, and although he
spoke in a low whisper, our guide overheard him and turning, answered,

"This is the burial place of the Apis bulls. See, here lies the last,
not yet closed in," and holding up her lamp she revealed a mighty
sarcophagus of black granite set in a niche of the mausoleum.

"So they make mummies of bulls as well as of men," groaned Bes. "Oh!
what a land. But when I have seen the holy Tanofir it was in a brick
cell beneath the sky."

"Doubtless that was at night, O Bes," answered Karema, "for in such a
house he sleeps, spending his days in the Apis tomb, because of all
the evil that is worked beneath the sun."

"Hump," said Bes, "I should have thought that more was worked beneath
the moon, but doubtless the holy Tanofir knows better, or being asleep
does not mind."

Now in front of each of the walled-up niches was a little chapel, and
at the fourth of these whence a light came, the maiden stopped,
saying,

"Enter. Here dwells the holy Tanofir. He tended this god during its
life-days in his youth, and now that the god is dead he prays above
its bones."

"Prays to the bones of a dead bull in the dark! Well, give me a live
grasshopper in the light; he is more cheerful," muttered Bes.

"O Dwarf," cried a deep and resounding voice from within the chapel,
"talk no more of things you do not understand. I do not pray to the
bones of a dead bull, as you in your ignorance suppose. I pray to the
spirit whereof this sacred beast was but one of the fleshly symbols,
which in this haunted place you will do well not to offend."

Then for once I saw Bes grow afraid, for his great jaw dropped and he
trembled.

"Master," he said to me, "when next you visit tombs where maidens look
into your heart and hermits hear your very thoughts, I pray you leave
me behind. The holy Tanofir I love, if from afar, but I like not his
house, or his----" Here he looked at Karema who was regarding him with
a sweet smile over the lamp flame, and added, "There is something the
matter with me, Master; I cannot even lie."

"Cease from talking follies, O Shabaka and Bes, and enter," said the
tremendous voice from within.

So we entered and saw a strange sight. Against the back wall of the
chapel which was lit with lamps, stood a life-sized statue of Maat,
goddess of Law and Truth, fashioned of alabaster. On her head was a
tall feather, her hair was covered with a wig, on her neck lay a
collar of blue stones; on her arms and wrists were bracelets of gold.
A tight robe draped her body. In her right hand that hung down by her
side, she held the looped Cross of Life, and in her left which was
advanced, a long, lotus-headed sceptre, while her painted eyes stared
fixedly at the darkness. Crouched upon the ground, at the feet of the
statue, scribe fashion, sat my great-uncle Tanofir, a very aged man
with sightless eyes and long hands, so thin that one might see through
them against the lamp-flame. His head was shaven, his beard was long
and white; white too was his robe. In front of him was a low altar, on
which stood a shallow silver vessel filled with pure water, and on
either side of it a burning lamp.

We knelt down before him, or rather I knelt, for Bes threw himself
flat upon his face.

"Am I the King of kings whom you have so lately visited, that you
should prostrate yourselves before me?" said Tanofir in his great
voice, which, coming from so frail and aged a man seemed most
unnatural. "Or is it to the goddess of Truth beyond that you bow
yourselves? If so, that is well, since one, if not both of you,
greatly needs her pardon and her help. Or is it to the sleeping god
beyond who holds the whole world on his horns? Or is it to the
darkness of this hallowed place which causes you to remember the
nearness of the awaiting tomb?"

"Nay, my Uncle," I said, "we would greet you, no more, who are so
worthy of our veneration, seeing we believe, both of us, that you
saved us yonder in the East, from that tomb of which you speak, or
rather from the jaws of lions or a cruel death by torments."

"Perchance I did, I or the gods of which I am the instrument. At least
I remember that I sent you certain messages in answer to a prayer for
help that reached me, here in my darkness. For know that since we
parted I have gone quite blind so that I must use this maiden's eyes
to read what is written in yonder divining-cup. Well, it makes the
darkness of this sepulchre easier to bear and prepares me for my own.
'Tis full a hundred and twenty years since first I looked upon the
light, and now the time of sleep draws near. Come hither, my nephew,
and kiss me on the brow, remembering in your strength that a day will
dawn when as I am, so shall you be, if the gods spare you so long."

So I kissed him, not without fear, for the old man was unearthly. Then
he sent Karema from the place and bade me tell him my story, which I
did. Why he did this I cannot say, since he seemed to know it already
and once or twice corrected me in certain matters that I had
forgotten, for instance as to the exact words that I had used to the
Great King in my rage and as to the fashion in which I was tied in the
boat. When I had done, he said,

"So you gave the name of Amada to the Great King, did you? Well, you
could have done nothing else if you wished to go on living, and
therefore cannot be blamed. Yet before all is finished I think it will
bring you into trouble, Shabaka, since among many gifts, the gods did
not give that of reason to women. If so, bear it, since it is better
to have trouble and be alive than to have none and be dead, that is,
for those whose work is still to do in the world. And you, or rather
Bes, stole the White Signet of signets of which, although it is so
simple and ancient, there is not the like for power in the whole
world. That was well done since it will be useful for a while. And now
Peroa has determined to rebel against the King, which also is well
done. Oh! trouble not to tell me of that business for I know all. But
what would you learn of me, Shabaka?"

"I am instructed to learn from you the end of these great matters, my
Uncle."

"Are you mad, Shabaka, that you should think me a god who can read the
future?"

"Not at all, my Uncle, who know that you can if you will."

"Call the maiden," he said.

So Bes went out and brought her in.

"Be seated, Karema, there in front of the altar, and look into my
eyes."

She obeyed and presently seemed to go to sleep for her head nodded.
Then he said,

"Wake, woman, look into the water in the bowl upon the altar and tell
me what you see."

She appeared to wake, though I perceived that this was not really so,
for she seemed a different woman with a fixed face that frightened me,
and wide and frozen eyes. She stared into the silver bowl, then spoke
in a new voice, as though some spirit used her tongue.

"I see myself crowned a queen in a land I hate," she said coldly, a
saying at which I gasped. "I am seated on a throne beside yonder
dwarf," a saying at which Bes gasped. "Although so hideous, this dwarf
is a great man with a good heart, a cunning mind and the courage of a
lion. Also his blood is royal."

Here Bes rolled his eyes and smiled, but Tanofir did not seem in the
least astonished, and said,

"Much of this is known to me and the rest can be guessed. Pass on to
what will happen in Egypt, before the spirit leaves you."

"There will be war in Egypt," she answered. "I see fightings; Shabaka
and others lead the Egyptians. The Easterns are driven away or slain.
Peroa rules as Pharaoh, I see him on his throne. Shabaka is driven
away in his turn, I see him travelling south with the dwarf and with
myself, looking very sad. Time passes. I see the moons float by; I see
messengers reach Shabaka, sent by Peroa and you O holy Tanofir; they
tell of trouble in Egypt. I see Shabaka and the dwarf coming north at
the head of a great army of black men armed with bows. With them I
come rejoicing, for my heart seems to shine. He reaches a temple on
the Nile about which is camped another great army, a countless army of
Easterns under the command of the King of kings. Shabaka and the dwarf
give battle to that army and the fray is desperate. They destroy it,
they drive it into the Nile; the Nile runs red with blood. The Great
King falls, an arrow from the bow of Shabaka is in his heart. He
enters the temple, a conqueror, and there lies Peroa, dying or dead. A
veiled priestess is there before an image, I cannot see her face.
Shabaka looks on her. She stretches out her arms to him, her eyes burn
with woman's love, her breast heaves, and above the image frowns and
threatens. All is done, for Tanofir, Master of spirits, you die,
yonder in the temple on the Nile, and therefore I can see no more. The
power that comes through you, has left me."

Then once more she became as a woman asleep.

"You have heard, Shabaka and Bes," said Tanofir quietly and stroking
his long white beard, "and what that maiden seemed to read in the
water you may believe or disbelieve as you will."

"What do you believe, O holy Tanofir?" I asked.

"The only part of the story whereof I am sure," he replied, evading a
direct answer, "is that which said that I shall die, and that when I
am dead I shall no longer be able to cause the maiden Karema to see
visions. For the rest I do not know. These things may happen or they
may not. But," he added with a note of warning in his voice, "whether
they happen or not, my counsel to you both is that you say nothing of
them beforehand."

"What then shall we report to those who bid me seek the oracle of your
wisdom, O Tanofir?"

"You can tell them that my wisdom declared that the omens were mixed
with good and evil, but that time would show the truth. Hush now, the
maiden is about to awake and must not be frightened. Also it is time
for me to be led from this sepulchre to where I sleep, for I think
that Ra has set and I am weary. Oh! Shabaka, why do you seek to peer
into the future, which from day to day will unroll itself as does a
scroll? Be content with the present, man, and take what Fate gives you
of good or ill, not seeking to learn what offerings he hides beneath
his robe in the days and the years and the centuries to come."

"Yet you have sought to learn those things, O Tanofir, and not in
vain."

"Aye and what have they made of me? A blind old hermit weighed down
with the weight of years and holding in my fingers but some few
threads that with pain and grief I have plucked from the fringe of
Wisdom's robe. Be warned by me, Nephew. While you are a man, live the
life of a man, and when you become a spirit, live the life of a
spirit. But do not seek to mix the two together like oil and wine, and
thus spoil both. I am glad to learn, O Bes, that you are going to make
a king's, or a slave's wife, whichever it may be, of this maiden,
seeing that I love her well and hold this trade unwholesome for her.
She will be better bearing babes than reading visions in a diviner's
cup, and I will pray the gods that they may not be dwarfs as you are,
but take on the likeness of their mother, who tells me that she is
fair. Hush! she stirs.

"Karema, are you awake? Good. Then lead me from the sepulchre, that I
may make my evening prayer beneath the stars. Go, Shabaka and Bes, you
are brave men, both of you, and I am glad to have the one for nephew
and the other for pupil. My greetings to your mother, Tiu. She is a
good woman and a true, one to whom you will do well to hearken. To the
lady Amada also, and bid her study her beauteous face in a mirror and
not be holy overmuch, since too great holiness often thwarts itself
and ends in trouble for the unholy flesh. Still she loves pearls like
other women, does she not, and even the statue of Isis likes to be
adorned. As for you, Bes, though I think that is not your name, do not
lie except when you are obliged, for jugglers who play with too many
knives are apt to cut their fingers. Also give no more evil counsel to
your Master on matters that have to do with woman. Now farewell. Let
me hear how fortune favours you from time to time, Shabaka, for you
take part in a great game, such as I loved in my youth before I became
a holy hermit. Oh! if they had listened to me, things would have been
different in Egypt to-day. But it was written otherwise, and as ever,
women were the scribes. Good night, good night, good night! I am glad
that my thought reached you yonder in the East, and taught you what to
say and do. It is well to be wise sometimes, for others' sake, but not
for our own, oh! not for our own."

"Master," said Bes as we ambled homewards beneath the stars, "the holy
Tanofir is a man for thought to feed on, since having climbed to the
topmost peak of holiness, he does not seem to like its cold air and
warns off those who would follow in his footsteps."

"Then he might have spared himself the pains in your case, Bes, or in
my own for that matter, since we shall never come so high."

"No, Master, and I am glad to have his leave to stay lower down, since
that hot place of dead bulls is not one which I wish to inhabit in my
age, making use of a maiden to stare into a pot of water, and there
read marvels, which I could invent better for myself after a jug or
two of wine. Oh! the holy Tanofir is quite right. If these things are
going to happen let them happen, for we cannot change them by knowing
of them beforehand. Who wishes to know, Master, if his throat will be
cut?"

"Or that he will be married," I suggested.

"Just so, Master, seeing that such prophecies end in becoming truths
because we make them true, feeling that we must. Thus, now I must
marry yonder Karema if she will marry me for fear lest I should prove
the holy Tanofir to be what he called me--a liar."

I laughed and then asked Bes if he had taken note of what the seeress
said of our flight south and our return thence with a great army of
black men armed with bows.

"Yes, Master," he answered gravely, "and I think this army can be none
other than that of the Ethiopians of whom by right I am the King. This
very night I send messengers to tell those who rule in my place that I
still live and am changing my mind on the matter of marriage. Also
that if I do change it I may return to them, the wisest man who ever
wore the crown of Ethiopia, having journeyed all about the world and
collected much knowledge."

"Perhaps, Bes, those who rule in your place may not wish to give it up
to you. Perhaps they will kill you."

"Have no fear, Master; as I have told you, the Ethiopians are a
faithful people. Moreover they know that such a deed would bring the
curse of the Grasshopper on them, since then the locusts would appear
and eat up all their land, and when they were starving their enemies
would attack them. Lastly they are a very tall folk and simple-minded
and would not wish to miss the chance of being ruled over by the
wisest dwarf in all the world, if only because it would be something
new to them, Master."

Again I laughed thinking that Bes was jesting according to his
fashion. But when that night, chancing to go round the corner of the
house, I came upon him with a circlet of feathers round his head and
his big bow in his hand, addressing three great black men who knelt
before him as though he were a god, I changed my mind. As I withdrew
he caught sight of me and said,

"I pray you, my lord Shabaka, stay one moment." Then he spoke to the
three men in his own language, translating sentence by sentence to me
what he said to them. Briefly it was this:--

"Say to the Lords and Councillors of the Ancient Kingdom that I, the
Karoon" (for such it seemed was his title) "have a friend named the
lord Shabaka, he whom you see before you, who again and again has
saved my life, nursing me in his arms as a mother nurses her babe, and
who is, after me, the bravest and the wisest man in all the world. Say
to them that if indeed I double myself by marriage and return having
fulfilled the law, I will beg this mighty prince to accompany me, and
that if he consents that will be the most joyful day which the
Ethiopians have seen for a thousand years, since he will teach them
wisdom and lead their armies in great and glorious battles. Let the
priests of the Grasshopper pray therefore that he may consent to do
so. Now salute the mighty lord Shabaka who can send one arrow through
all three of you and two more behind, and depart, tarrying not day or
night till you reach the land of Ethiopia. Then when you have
delivered the message of Karoon to the Captains and the Councillors,
return, or let others return and seek me out wherever I may be,
bringing of the gold of Ethiopia and other gifts, together with their
answer, seeing that I and the lord Shabaka who have the world beneath
our feet, will not come to a land where we are not welcome."

So these great men saluted me as though I were the King of kings
himself, after which they rubbed their foreheads in the dust before
Bes, said something which I did not understand, leapt to their feet,
crying "Karoon" and sprang away into the night.

"It is good to have been a slave, Master," said Bes when they had
gone, "since it teaches one that it is even better to be a king, at
least sometimes."

Here I may add that during the days which followed Bes was often
absent. When I asked him where he had gone, he would answer, to drink
in the wisdom of the holy Tanofir by help of a certain silver vessel
that the maiden Karema held to his lips. From all of which I gathered
that he was wooing the lady who had called herself the Cup of Tanofir,
and wondered how the business went, though as he said no more I did
not ask him.

Indeed I had little time to talk with Bes about such light matters,
since things moved apace in Memphis. Within six days all the great
lords left in Upper Egypt were sworn to the revolt under the
leadership of Peroa, and hour by hour their vassals or hired
mercenaries flowed into the city. These it was my duty to weld into an
army, and at this task I toiled without cease, separating them into
regiments and drilling them, also arranging for the arming and
victualling of the boats of war. Then news came that Idernes was
advancing from Sais with a great force of Easterns, all the garrison
of Lower Egypt indeed, as his messengers said, to answer the summons
conveyed to him under the private Seal of seals.

Of Amada during this time I saw little, only meeting her now and again
at the table of Peroa, or elsewhere in public. For the rest it pleased
her to keep away from me. Once or twice I tried to find her alone,
only to discover that she was engaged in the service of the goddess.
Once, too, as she left Peroa's table, I whispered into her ear that I
wished to speak with her. But she shook her head, saying,

"After the new moon, Shabaka. Then you shall speak with me as much as
you wish."

Thus it came about that never could I find opportunity to tell her of
that matter of what had happened at the court of the Great King. Still
every morning she sent me some token, flowers or trifling gifts, and
once a ring that must have belonged to her forefathers, since on its
bezel was engraved the royal /ur�us/, together with the signs of long
life and health, which ring I wore hung about my neck but not upon my
finger, fearing lest that emblem of royalty might offend Peroa or some
of his House, if they chanced to see it. So in answer I also sent her
flowers and other gifts, and for the rest was content to wait.

All of which things my mother noted with a smile, saying that the lady
Amada showed a wonderful discretion, such as any man would value in a
wife of so much beauty, which also must be most pleasing to her
mistress, the goddess Isis. To this I answered that I valued it less
as a lover than I might do as a husband. My mother smiled again and
spoke of something else.

Thus things went on while the storm-clouds gathered over Egypt.

One night I could not sleep. It was that of the new moon and I knew
that during those hours of darkness, before the solemn conclave of the
high priests, with pomp and ceremony in the sanctuary of the temple,
Amada had undergone absolution of her vows to Isis and been given
liberty to wed as other women do. Indeed my mother, in virtue of her
rank as a Singer of Amen, had been present at the rite, and returning,
told me all that happened.

She described how Amada had appeared, clad as a priestess, how she had
put up her prayer to the four high priests seated in state, demanding
to be loosed from her vow "for the sake of her heart and of Egypt."

Then one of the high priests, he of Amen, I think, as the chief of
them all, had advanced to the statue of the goddess Isis and whispered
the prayer to it, whereon after a pause the goddess nodded thrice in
the sight of all present, thereby signifying her assent. This done the
high priest returned and proclaimed the absolution in the ancient
words "for the sake of the suppliant's heart and of Egypt" and with it
the blessing of the goddess on her union, adding, however, the
formula, "at thy prayer, daughter and spouse, I, the goddess Isis, cut
the rope that binds thee to me on earth. Yet if thou should'st tie it
again, know that it may never more be severed, for if thou strivest so
to do, it shall strangle thee in whatever shape thou livest on the
earth throughout the generations, and with thee the man thou choosest
and those who give thee to him. Thus saith Isis the Queen of Heaven."

"What does that mean?" I asked my mother.

"It means, my son, that if, having broken her vows to Isis, a woman
should repeat them and once more enter the service of the goddess, and
then for the second time seek to break them, she and the man for whom
she did this thing would be like flies in a spider's web, and that not
only in this life, but in any other that may be given to them in the
world."

"It seems that Isis has a long arm," I said.

"Without doubt a very long arm, my son, since Isis, by whatever name
she is called, is a power that does not die or forget."

"Well, Mother, in this case she can have no reason to remember, since
never again will Amada be her priestess."

"I think not, Shabaka. Yet who can be sure of what a woman will or
will not do, now or hereafter? For my part I am glad that I have
served Amen and not Isis, and that after I was wed."

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