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Title: Wisdom's Daughter
Author: H. Rider Haggard
The Life and Love Story of
She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed
DEDICATION
In bygone years the books "She" and "Ayesha" were dedicated to
Andrew Lang. Now, when he is dead, this, the last romance that
will be written concerning "/She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed/," is offered
as a tribute to his beloved and honoured memory.
Ditchingham, 1922.
EDITOR'S NOTE
What was the greatest fault of Ayesha, /She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed/?
Surely a vanity so colossal that, to take one out of many
examples, it persuaded her that her mother died after looking upon
her, fearing lest, should she live, she might give birth to
another child who was less fair.
At least, as her story shows, it was vanity, rather than love of
the beauteous Greek, Kallikrates, that stained the hands of She
with his innocent blood and, amongst other ills, brought upon her
the fearful curse of deathlessness while still inhabiting a sphere
where Death is lord of all. Had not Amenartas taunted her with the
waning of her imperial beauty, eaten of the tooth of Time, never
would she have disobeyed the command of her master, the Prophet
Noot, and entered that Fire of Immortality which she was set to
guard.
Thus it seems that by denial she would have escaped the net of
many woes in which, perchance, she is still entangled and of
Ayesha, Daughter of Wisdom yet Folly's Slave, there would have
been no tale to tell and, from her parable of the eternal war of
flesh and spirit there would have been no lesson to be learned.
But Vanity--or was it Fate?--led her down another road.
The Editor.
WISDOM'S DAUGHTER
INTRODUCTORY
The manuscript of which the contents are printed here was discovered
among the effects of the late L. Horace Holly, though not until some
years after his death. It was in an envelope on which had been
scribbled a direction that it should be forwarded to the present
editor "at the appointed time," words that at first he did not
understand. However, in due course it arrived without any accompanying
note of explanation, so that to this hour he does not know by whom it
was sent or where from, since the only postmark on the packet was
London, W., and the address was typewritten.
When opened the package proved to contain two thick notebooks, bound
in parchment, or rather scraped goat or sheepskin, and very roughly as
though by an unskilled hand, perhaps in order to preserve them if
exposed to hard usage or weather. The paper of these books is
extremely thin and tough so that each of them contains a great number
of sheets. It is not of European make, and its appearance suggests
that it was manufactured in the East, perhaps in China.
There could be no doubt as to who had owned these notebooks, because
on one of them, the first, written in red ink upon the parchment cover
in block letters, appears the name of Mr. Holly himself. Also on its
first pages are various memoranda of travel evidently made by him and
no one else. After these follow sheet upon sheet of apparently
indecipherable shorthand mixed up with tiny Arabic characters. This
shorthand proved to belong to no known system, and though every effort
was made to decipher it, for over two years it remained unread.
At length, when all attempts had been abandoned, almost by chance, it
was shown to a great Oriental scholar, a friend of the Editor, who
glanced at it and took it to bed with him. Next morning at breakfast
he announced calmly that he had discovered the key and could read the
stuff as easily as though it were a newspaper leader. It seemed that
the writing was an ancient form of contracted Arabic, mixed in places
with the Demotic of the Egyptians--a shorthand Arabic and a shorthand
Demotic, difficult at first, but once the key was found easily
decipherable by some six or eight living men, of whom, as it chanced,
the learned scholar into whose hands it had thus fallen accidentally
was one.
So it came about that with toil and cost and time, at length those two
closely written volumes were transcribed in full and translated. For
the rest, they speak for themselves. Let the reader judge of them.
There is but one thing to add. Although it is recorded in notebooks
that had been his property, clearly this manuscript was NOT written by
Mr. Holly. For reasons which she explains it was written with the hand
of SHE herself, during the period of her second incarnation when at
last Leo found her in the mountains of Thibet, as is described in the
book called "Ayesha."
CHAPTER I
THE HALLS OF HEAVEN
To the learned man, ugly of form and face but sound at heart, Holly by
name, a citizen of a northern land whom at times I think that once I
knew as Noot the Holy, that philosopher who was my master in a past
which seems far to him and is forgot, but to me is but as yesterday,
to this Holly, I say, I, who on earth am named Ayesha, daughter of
Yarab the Arab chief, but who have many other titles here and
elsewhere, have told certain stories of my past days and the part I
played in them. Also I have told the same or other stories to my lord
Kallikrates, the Greek, now named Leo Vincey, aforetimes a warrior
after the habit of his race and his forefathers, who for religious
reasons became a priest of Isis, the great goddess of Egypt and, once
I believed, my mother in the spirit. Also I have told these or
different tales to one Allan, a wandering hunter of beasts and a
fighting man of good blood who visited me at Kor, though of this I
said nothing to Holly or to my lord Kallikrates, now known as Leo or
the Lion, because as to this Allan I held it wiser to be silent.
All these stories do not agree together, since often I spoke them as
parables, or in order to tell to each that which he would wish to
hear, or to hide my mind for my own purposes.
Yet in every one of them lay hid something of the truth, a grain of
gold in the ore of fable that might be found by him who had the skill
and strength to seek.
Now my spirit moves me to interpret these parables and set down what I
am and whence I came and certain of the things that I have seen and
done, or at the least such of them as I am permitted to reveal by
those mightier than I of whom I am the servant, as they in their turn
are the servants of others yet mightier than themselves.
Here in these Asian caves I sit, the Hesea of the Mountain, the last
priestess of the worship of Mother Isis upon earth, as aforetime I sat
amid the ruins of Kor in Libya.
At Kor for two thousand years I watched and waited till at length
reborn Kallikrates, whom unwittingly I slew in a rage of jealousy,
came back to me where I had slain him. There, because of the curse
that is on me and him, I lost him again, for in this very place, too,
I was slain most horribly, slain by an excess of life wherewith I
thought to make myself more beautiful even than I was and in striving
to overfill the vase, shattered it to the vilest dust. Thus once more
Fate made a mock of me; once more I lost Kallikrates whom it is my
doom to desire in the flesh and to raise up in the spirit through time
untold.
My soul passed out and on and here for a little while it found a home
masked in the withered shape of an ancient priestess of my worship.
As was foredoomed my lord came back to me and saw the shining soul
within that hideous shape and claimed it with a kiss, as I think the
bravest deed and the most faithful that was ever done by man. In the
magic of that kiss as also was foredoomed, my beauty great again
before his eyes, so that once more I stand a glory upon earth. Now we
are plighted, now, if all goes well, within a year we shall be wed,
aye, within one short year after I have borne him back to Kor and
unsealed the hidden Fire of Life and plunged him in its essence,
giving to him my own gift of undying days.
And yet and yet--who knows the end? He presses me sore, and the
starved woman part of me is passionate and weak and I may yield, and
if his lips touch mine, who can say but that the fire within me will
destroy him, the unfortified, and bring all my plans to dust and
nothingness? I am great, set far above mortals, yet I play against
forces I cannot see, that are greater than I, and it may please them
to snatch the cup from my lips, and once more to overthrow me; for
even though the blood of gods runs in him, as it runs in all of us,
who can stand against their master, Doom, and its decrees? Therefore
I, named Wisdom's Daughter, named Child of Isis, to-night am as full
of fears as any mortal maid craving her lover beneath the moon and not
knowing but that war, or chance, or the vile breath of sickness may
have borne him away into that gulf where all things must be lost--
until they are found again.
From month to month Leo, my lord, hunts upon the mountain after the
fashion of men, and I, Ayesha, brood within the caves after the
fashion of women. Yes, I who am half a goddess still brood within the
caves after the fashion of women who wait and watch. Holly, the
instructed, who loves me, as all men must do, bides here with me in
the caves and we talk together of ancient things whereof the world has
lost count, for he is a learned man skilled in the tongues of Greece
and Rome, and one who thinks and, perchance, remembers.
But yesterday he said to me that I who seemed to know the past and to
whom doors were opened that cannot be entered by human feet, should
write down what I know and have experienced, that in time to come the
world may be the wiser.
This the fancy has taken me to do, though whether I can persevere to
the end, I cannot say. He has given me that wherein I can write. 'Tis
not the old papyrus, but it will serve, and I have pens of reed and
can make ink of various colours, who in the bygone days was no mean
scribe. Also I sleep but little, whose body, filled like a cup with
life, needs small rest, and the long hours of the night pass wearily
for me who lie and brood upon what has been and is to come, searching
the darkness of the future with aching, fearful soul. Moreover, I am
able to write in characters which, with all his learning, Holly cannot
read, I who am not minded that he should know my thoughts and deeds
and betray them to my lord whom they might cause to think the worse of
me.
Why, then, should I write at all? For this reason: in certain matters
I have foreknowledge and my spirit tells me that in a day to come, at
the time appointed, some will guess the secret of my script and render
it into tongues that all may read, so that when, soon or late, upon
the circle of my eternal path, I pass hence to whence I came, and,
like to the Fire-God in the caves of Kor am hid awhile, this record
will remain my monument. Ah! there peeps out the mortal in me, for
see! like any common man or woman I would not be forgot even among the
passing dwellers in a petty world.
Now to my task.
I have a vision of what chanced to my soul before it descended to
dwell on earth, and with it I will begin. Maybe it is but a parable
not to be strictly rendered, a token and a symbol rather than a truth.
Yet of this I am sure that in it there is something of the truth,
since otherwise why through the long centuries did it return to me
again and yet again? Maybe Greece and Egypt had no gods save those
they fashioned for themselves. Holly tells me, as did the Wanderer,
Allan, who also had some smattering of knowledge, that Zeus and
Aphrodite and Osiris and Horus and Ammon are now dethroned with all
their company and lie in the dust like the shattered columns of their
temples, the mock of men who talk of them as the fables of the early
world, so that of all the divinities that I knew, He of the Jews,
although changed of character and countenance, alone is worshipped and
remains.
Doubtless it is so, yet while man lives, always there is God, though
his shapes be many. Always there is the eternal Good, as in the dream
the holy Noot named the ultimate Divine, and behold! it is called
Ammon or otherwise. Always there is Evil and behold! it is called Set
or Baal, or Moloch, or otherwise. Always the stained soul of man seeks
redemption, and he who saves is called Osiris or otherwise. Always
Nature endures and she is called Isis or otherwise. Always the great
world that will not die strains and pulses to new life, and the Life-
bringer is called Aphrodite, or otherwise. And so continually. Where
man is, again I say, there was and is and will be God, or Good--the
Spirit named by many names.
I go to my window-place in this cave-chamber and look out upon the
stars shining countless in the frosty sky and lo! there I see God clad
in one of the most glorious of His garments. I look at the moth
flitting round my lamp or resting on the wall and, by the magic that
is in it, summoning its mate from far, and lo! there I see God in
another of His humbler garments. For God is in all things and
everywhere, and from the great suns down, to Him who sent them forth
and to Whom they return again, all that hath life must bow.
This is the vision wherein I read a parable of eternal truths.
I, Ayesha, daughter of Yarab, not yet of the flesh, but above and
beyond the flesh inhabited the halls of that great goddess of the
earth, a minister of That which rules all the earth (Nature's self as
now I know), who in Egypt was named Isis, Mother of Mysteries.
/Child/, she named me, and /Messenger/; and in that dream or parable,
as a child was I to her, for I drank of the cup of her wisdom and
something of her greatness was in my soul.
The goddess sat brooding in her sanctuary where Spirits came and went
bearing tidings from all lands or emptying at her feet the cups of
offered prayer. About her fell her robes, blue as the sky, and over
the robes hung down her hair dusky as the night, and beneath her bent
brows shone her eyes like stars of the night. In her hand was the rod
of power and the footstool at her feet was shaped like the round
world. There, canopied with light, she sat upon an ebon seat and
brooded while round her beat music like sea waves upon the shore, such
music as is not known upon the earth.
I appeared. I stood before her, I abased myself, I bowed till my
forehead lay upon the ground and my hair swept the dust of the ground.
She touched me with her sceptre, bidding me arise.
"Speak, Child," she said. "What message dost thou bring from the
shores of Nile? How goes my worship in the temples of Isis and are my
servants faithful to my law?"
Then I made answer.
"O Mother divine, I have accomplished my embassy. Unseen, a spirit, I
have wandered through the Land of Egypt. I have visited thy temples, I
have hearkened to the councils of thy priests, I have watched thy
worshippers and read their hearts. This is my report. Thy holy temples
are empty; thy priests neglect thine altars; save a remnant who remain
faithful, thy worshippers bow themselves before the shrines of another
goddess."
"How is this goddess named, O Child of my love and wisdom?"
"She is named Aphrodite of the Greeks, a people who have flowed into
Egypt, also other folk know her as Ashtoreth and Venus. Her sanctuary
of sanctuaries is at Paphos in Cyprus, an island of the sea over
against Egypt. She is the Queen of earthly love and love is the ritual
of her worship, and she makes a mock of thee, O Mother, and of all the
ancient gods, thy brothers and sisters, swearing that thy day and
theirs is done and that she has risen from the sea to rule the world,
and will rule it to the end. Here and there she reveals herself and
conquers by her beauty, making all men to worship her and teaching all
women to follow in her steps and beguile as she does, so that thy very
priests turn to her and thy priestesses break from their vows and
wanton with them."
"All of this I have learned, O Child, and more; yet it was my desire
to hear it from thy lips that cannot lie, since in thee dwells my
spirit. Hearken now! I am minded to be avenged upon these false
Egyptians, and thou shalt be the sword of vengeance wherewith I will
smite them, bringing their ancient glory to the dust and for ever
setting the yoke of bondage on their necks. Aye, I am so minded and it
shall be done, how, I will teach thee afterward. But first, as I have
the power to do, I who under the Strength above me am regent of the
ball of earth, will summon this Aphrodite to my presence here and now,
and bid her speak out her heart to me.
"Hear me, Aphrodite, wherever thou art in earth or heaven. Aphrodite,
I bid thee appear."
Then in vision the Mother rose from her throne. Standing before it,
terrible to see, she beckoned with her sceptre, north and south and
east and west, uttering the secret words of power. Thrice she beckoned
and thrice she spoke the secret words, and waited.
There was a stir at the end of the great hall and a sound of singing.
Behold! floating between the long lines of the flame-clad guardians of
that hall, attended by her subject gods, her maenads and her maidens, a
shape of naked loveliness, came Aphrodite of the Greeks. Veiled in her
curling locks and roped about with gleaming pearls for necklace and
for girdle, she stood before the throne and bowed to the Majesty it
bore, then asked in a laughing voice of music,
"I have heard thy summons, Mother of Mysteries, and I am here. What
wouldst thou of me, Isis, Queen of the World? How can the Sea-born
whose name is Beauty and whose gift is Love, serve thee, Isis, Queen
of the World?"
"Thus, thou who art shameless, thou born of the new gods and fashioned
from the evil that is in the race of men--by lifting thy spell from
off my worshippers. I know thy works. Drunken with desires they flock
to thee in troops and for reward thou givest them the wages of their
sin. Thou layest waste their homes; thou defilest their maidens, thou
turnest men to beasts and makest a mock of them. Thy flowers fade; thy
joys fill the mouth with ashes and those who drink of thy cup suck up
poison in their souls. Thy fair flesh is a rottenness and thy perfumes
are a stench and the incense of thine altars is the reek of hell.
Therefore I command thee, go back to whence thou camest and leave the
world in peace."
"Whither, then, should I go, Mother?" answered Aphrodite with her
silvery laugh, "save into thy bosom, whence indeed I sprang, seeing
that thou art Nature's self and I am thy child. Stern is thy law and
sweet, yet without me thou wouldst have none over whom to rule. Aye,
without me would no child be born and not even a flower would blow.
Without me thou wouldst rule a wilderness with but the wisdom of which
thou boastest to keep thee company. Hearken! We are at war and in that
war I shall be conqueror, for I am eternal and all life is my slave,
because my name is Life. Get thee to thy heavens, Isis, and rule there
with Osiris, Lord of Death, but leave me the living. Soon their day is
done and they pass beyond my spells into thy dominion. There treat
them as thou wilt and be content, for then I have no more need of
them, nor they of me. Why of a sudden art thou so wrath with me, whom
thou hast known from the beginning? Is it because I take new names and
set up my altars in thine own Egypt, altars wreathed with flowers,
leaving all desolate thine where prayers are mumbled from starved
hearts and cold hands make the offering of denial? Come now, Mother
Isis, let us play a game and let Egypt be the stake. Thou hast the
vantage there, seeing that for aeons it has bowed to thy laws and thy
yoke has been upon its neck."
"What, then, O Aphrodite, dost thou promise Egypt to which I and those
who rule with me have given greatness, wisdom, and hope beyond the
grave?"
"None of these high things, Mother. My gifts are love and joy; sweet
love and joy in which for a little while all fears are forgot. Small
gains thou mayest think, looking backward to the past and onward to
the future, thou whose eyes are upon eternity. Yet they shall prevail.
Isis, in Egypt thy day is done; there, as elsewhere, thy sceptre
falls."
"If so, Wanton, with it falls Egypt that henceforth shall be the
world's slave. When conqueror after conqueror sets his foot upon her
neck, then let her think on Isis whom she has forsaken, and wailing,
fill her soul with thy swine's food. Lo! I depart, leaving my curse on
Egypt. Have thy little day till before the Judgment seat we settle our
account. No more will I listen to thy falsehoods and thy blasphemies.
Till then, Wanton, look on my majesty no more."
So in that vision spoke the Mother and was gone. With her, flashing
like lightnings, went the flame-clad guardians that attend the
goddess, leaving the great place empty save for Aphrodite and her
throng, and for the soul of me, Ayesha, who watched and hearkened,
wondering. The Paphian looked around and laughed, then glided to the
vacant throne and seating herself thereon, laughed again, till the
music of her mockery echoing from pillar to pillar, filled all the
temple's halls.
"It is an omen," she cried. "What Isis leaves I take; henceforth her
seat and power are mine. See now my ministers, I queen it here, though
I wear no vulture cap or symbols of the moon, whose brow is better
graced by these abundant locks and whose sceptre is a flower whereof
the odours make men mad. Yes, I queen it here as everywhere, though in
this solemn melancholy fane I lack a subject."
She glanced about her till her glorious, roving eyes fell upon that
spirit which was I.
"Come hither, thou," she said, "and do me homage."
Now in my dream I, that spirit who in the world am named Ayesha, came
and stood before her, saying,
"Nay, I am the child of Isis and to her I bow alone."
"Thinkest thou so?" she answered, smiling and looking me up and down.
"Well, I have another mind. It seems to me that soon thou wilt descend
from this sad realm to the joyous fields of earth, that there thou
mayest fulfil a certain purpose, for such is the fate decreed for
thee. Now, I, Aphrodite, add to that fate and lighten it. Look behind
thee, Spirit that shall be woman!"
I turned and looked, there to behold a shape of beauty that I knew for
Man. So beautiful was he that my breast rose and the life in me stood
still. He smiled at me and I smiled back at him. Then he was gone,
leaving his picture stamped upon my soul.
"This is what I add to that tragic fate of thine, O Spirit that shall
be woman. Take him, the man appointed to thee, who from the beginning
was always thine, and as perchance thou hast done before, in his kiss
forget thy Mother Isis and thy crown of woes."
Thus this vision ends, and though now I, Ayesha, have learned that
Isis, as we knew and named her in the ancient time, is but a symbol of
that eternal holiness which is set above all heavens and all earths, I
say again that, as I believe, in its parable is hid something of the
changeless truth.
CHAPTER II
NOOT THE PROPHET COMES TO OZAL
Such is the vision, such the dream that has haunted me through the
centuries, and brooding over it from age to age, I, Ayesha, doubt not
that in its substance it is true, though its trappings may be fancy-
wrought. At least this I know, that my spirit is the child of immortal
Wisdom, such as once men believed that Isis held, as my undying shape
is born of the beauty that is fabled Aphrodite's gift. At least it is
certain that even before I dipped me in the Fire of Life, the most of
learning and all human loveliness were mine. I know also that it was
my mission to bring Egypt to the dust, and did I not bring it to the
dust, smiting to its heart through proud Sidon, and Cyprus,
Aphrodite's home? And have I not for these deeds borne Aphrodite's
curse, as, because of Aphrodite's yoke laid upon my helpless neck, I
have borne and bear the curse of Isis, I whose destiny it is thus at
once to be the instrument and sport of rival powers whose battle-
ground is the heart of every one of us.
Alas! were my tale known, the world in its haste might judge me hardly
and think that I, who by burning its Phoenician props overturned an
ancient empire, am cruel-natured, or that because I sought the love of
a certain man and in my anger slew him when he turned from me, which
in truth I did not desire to do, that I am wanton and ungoverned. Yet
these things are not so, seeing that it was Fate, not I, that gave
Egypt to the Persian dog (whom in his turn I overthrew) and made of
its people slaves, and my flesh, not I, which after I had tasted of
the Fire that is Nature's Soul, cursed me with passion and its fruits,
perchance because I hated it and would never bow myself to it wholly,
I who followed after purity, desiring not man's love but Wisdom's
gifts and a crown of spiritual gold.
Moreover, I had earthly and righteous warrant to bring about Sidon's
fall and through it that of Egypt, seeing that their kings would have
put me to utter shame and robbed my father of his life, as shall be
told. So, too, I had the warrant of a woman's heart to worship the man
I sought and for the death I brought upon him in my jealous madness my
soul has paid full measure in remorse and tears. Still, since justice
is hard to come by here on the earth, or even in the heaven above, I
know that some would judge me harshly and must bear it with the rest.
Even Holly, and at times my Lord Leo who once was named Kallikrates,
have cherished such thoughts, though their lips dare not utter them,
for I read it in their minds which to me are as an open book.
Therefore never shall Holly, nor my lord either, look upon this
written truth, lest therefrom they might distil some poison of
mistrustful doubt, for it is sure that all men stain the whiteness of
pure verity to the colour of their twisted minds. Therefore, too, I
write it in tongues and symbols that they do not understand, which yet
shall be deciphered in their season.
As I taught Holly long ago in the caves of Kor, and truly, though
afterward for some forgotten reason of my own or to give him food for
thought, I may perhaps have changed my tale, puzzling him with stories
of great Alexander and the rest, by my mortal birth I am an Arabian of
the purest and most noble blood, born in Yaman the Happy and in the
sweet city of Ozal. My father was named Yarab after the great ancestor
of our race, and I, his only child, was named Ayesha after my highborn
mother. Of her, whom I never knew, for she was gathered to the bosom
of whatever god she worshipped but one moon from my birth, this is
said.
At first she would not look upon me, being angered because I was not a
son, but at length at my father's pleading she was prevailed upon to
command that I should be brought to her. When she saw how fair a babe
Heaven had given her, such a babe as had not been known or told of
among our people, she was amazed and put up a prayer that she might
die. This, those who knew her declared, she did for two reasons:--
first because, foreseeing my greatness, she desired that I alone
should hold my father's heart and that of all our tribe, and secondly
because she feared lest, should she live, she might bear other
children whom she would hate when she compared them to my perfectness.
So it came about as, amongst others, my father told me often, that her
prayer was granted and having kissed and blessed me, for a while she
entered into rest.
This is the true story of her end, not the other, which those who
envied me put about in after days, that owing to certain revelations
which came to her at the time of my birth, as to the deeds which I was
doomed to do and the loves and hates which I was doomed to earn, my
mother thought it better to ask death from her gods rather than to
continue in a life which she must live out at my side. This tale, my
father often swore to me when I asked him of it, was as false as the
changeful pictures which are seen at sunset on the desert, and
sometimes at noonday also.
For the rest this beloved father of mine took no other wife while I
was yet a child, fearing lest for her own sake, or her children's, she
should be jealous and maltreat me, and afterward when I became a
maiden, because I would not suffer that another woman should share the
rule of his household with me. As I showed to him, he had servants in
plenty and these should be enough, to which he bowed his head and
answered that without doubt my will was that of God.
Thus it came about that I grew up with my noble father, his adviser
and his strength, and through him, or rather with him, ruled all his
great tribe, who always worshipped me. Be it admitted that from the
first, or at least from the time that I came to womanhood, I brought
him trouble as well as blessing, though through no fault of my own,
but because of the beauty with which, as in those days I believed,
Isis, or Aphrodite, or both of them, had endowed me for their own
divine purposes. Very soon this beauty of mine, also my wit and
knowledge, were noised abroad through all Arabia, so that princes came
from far to court me, and afterward quarrelled and fought, for, being
gentle-hearted, I said a kind word to every one of them and left them
to reason out which was the kindest.
This, for the most part, they did with spears and arrows after the
fashion of violent and insensate men, so that there was much fighting
on my account, which made my father some enemies, because the people
of certain of the princes who were killed swore that I had promised
myself in marriage to them. This, however, I had never done, who
desired to marry no man that I might become a slave, cooped up in a
fortress to bear children that I did not desire with some jealous
tyrant for their father. Nay, being higher-hearted than any of my
time, already I sought to rule the world, and if I must have any
lover, to choose one whom I wished, and, when I wished, to have done
with him.
But at that time I asked no lover who myself was in love--with wisdom.
Knowledge, I saw, was strength, and if I would rule, first I must
learn. Therefore I studied deeply, taking for masters all the wisest
in Arabia who were proud to teach Ayesha the Beautiful, daughter and
heiress of Yarab the great chief who could call ten thousand spears to
his standards, all of his own tribe; and ten thousand more sworn to us
but not of our blood.
I learned of the stars, a deep learning this that taught my soul its
littleness, though it is true that while I studied I wondered, as
still I wonder now, in which of them I was destined to rule when my
day on earth was done. For always from the beginning I knew that
wherever I am, there I must be the first and reign.
Perchance I had learned this aforetime in the halls of Isis who then
to me had seemed so great, though afterward contemplating those stars
in the silence of the desert night, I came to understand that even the
Universal Mother, as men named her in those far days, was herself but
small, one who must fight for sovereignty with Aphrodite and other
gods.
Holly has told me much of what the astronomers in these latter years
have won of Nature's secrets: of how they number and weigh the stars,
and measure to a mile their infinite distance from the earth, and how
assuredly that each of them, even the farthest, is a sun as great or
greater than our own, round which revolve worlds unseen. He has been
astonished also, and affected to disbelieve, when I answered him, that
we of Arabia guessed all these things over two thousand years ago, and
indeed knew some of them. Yet, so it was.
Thus communing with greatness, my soul grew ever greater.
Moreover, I sought other and deeper lore. There wandered a certain
strange man to our town, Ozal, where my father kept his court, if so
it may be called, that is when we were not camping with our great
herds in the desert, as we did at certain seasons of the year after
the rains had caused the wilderness to throw up herbage. This man,
named Noot, was always aged and white-haired, ugly to look on, with a
curious wrinkled face of the colour of parchment, much such a face as
that of Holly will be should he attain to his years. Indeed in this
and other ways he was so like to Holly that often I think that in him
dwells something of Noot's spirit now returned again to earth, as that
of Kallikrates has returned to Leo.
Now this Noot, who came to Egypt none knew whence, for by birth he was
not Egyptian, had been the high-priest of Isis and /Kherheb/ or Chief
Magician in Egypt, one who had much power on earth and still more
beyond the earth, since he was in touch with things divine. Moreover,
he was an honest magician and told the truth even to the kings, as the
gods and his wisdom showed it to him, and this was the cause of his
downfall, for woe betide those who tell the truth to kings or to any
who wield the sceptre of their might. On a certain day Nectanebes, the
first of that name, the Pharaoh of Egypt whom others called Nekht-
nebf, after a victory he had gained over the Persians, was filled with
pride and took counsel with Noot, his Chief Magician, bidding Noot
search out the future and tell him of glories to come to Egypt and to
the Royal House, after he had been gathered to Osiris, that thereon he
might feed his soul.
Noot answered that it was wiser to leave the future to care for itself
and to satisfy his heart with the present and its joys and greatness.
Then the Pharaoh grew wrath and bade him fulfil his command.
So Noot bowed and went, and alone in some tomb or sanctuary drew the
circles, uttered the words of power, and called upon the gods he
served to show him such things as should befall to Egypt and to
Pharaoh's House.
The magic sleep fell upon him and in it appeared the Spirit of Truth
and spoke to him dreadful words of fate and doom. These she bade him
deliver to Pharaoh, but when they were spoken to fly for his life's
sake from Egypt and seek out a maiden called Ayesha, the daughter of
Yarab, the Sheik of Ozal, and with her take refuge since she was an
appointed instrument of Heaven. Moreover, this spirit commanded him to
consult the maiden Ayesha in everything and impart to her all his
gathered learning and the very secrets of the gods that had been
revealed to him, that to any other it would be death to speak.
Now in the morning Noot went into the presence of Pharaoh who rejoiced
to see him, and cried,
"Be welcome, /Kherheb/, the first of all magicians, you that men say
were born beyond the earth, you in whom lives the spirit of Maat,
goddess of Truth. Tell me now what the gods have revealed to you as to
the glories they prepare for the ancient land of Egypt, and the House
of me the Pharaoh who have made her great again, driving out the dogs
of Persians!"
"Life! Blood! Strength! O Pharaoh!" answered Noot, saluting in the
ancient form. "I have heard the word of Pharaoh who commanded me
against my counsel to make divination and to seek to learn of the
future from the gods. Behold! the gods hearkened. Behold! by the mouth
of Maat, Lady of Truth, the goddess of the land where I was born, they
spoke to me in the silence of the night. Thus they spoke. 'Say to
Nectanebes who impiously dares to lift the veil of Time, that because
he has fought for Egypt against the Barbarians who worship other gods,
it is granted to him to die in his bed which shall chance ere long.
Say that after him shall come a usurper whom the Barbarians shall
defeat, so that he dies a slave in the land of Persia. Say that after
him the son of Pharaoh shall wear the Double Crown and be called by
the name of Pharaoh, the last of the true Blood of Egypt who shall
ever sit upon its throne. Say that this son of his is accursed because
he is in league with evil spirits and has worked apostasy, putting
about his neck the chain of Aphrodite of the Greeks and the chains of
Baal and of Moloch which never can be broken. Therefore, though he
make many false offerings, yet is he accursed and the Barbarians shall
overcome him, so that he flees away, nor shall all his magic be a
shield to him. Because of him Egypt shall fall and her cities shall be
burned and her children slaughtered and her temples desecrated, and
never more shall one of her pure and ancient blood hold her sceptre.'
Such is the oracle that the gods have commanded me to speak, O
Pharaoh."
Now when Nectanebes heard these awful decrees of Fate upon him and
upon his son, he trembled and rent his robes. Then rage took him and
he reviled Noot the Prophet, calling him a liar and a traitor, and
saying that he would make an end of him and his prophecies together.
But because they were alone together within a chamber, before he could
summon guards to kill him, Noot, helped of Heaven, fled away out of
the palace and as darkness was falling, mingled with the throng and
could not be found by the soldiers who sought him.
Ere daylight he was far from the city and, disguised, escaped from
Egypt, bringing with him only his /Kherheb's/ staff of power, also the
ancient sacred books of spells or words of strength that were hidden
in his robes. With these he brought, moreover, a little ancient image
of Isis which he made use of in his divination and prayed before by
day and night.
Thus it came about awhile later, one eve when I, the young maiden
Ayesha, stood alone in the desert communing with my soul and drawing
wisdom from the stars, that there appeared before me a withered,
ancient man who, when he saw me, knelt down and bowed to me. I looked
on him and asked,
"Why, aged One, do you kneel to me who am but a mortal?"
"Are you indeed a mortal?" he asked. "Methought that I who am the
head-priest of Isis saw in you the goddess come to earth, and indeed,
Lady, I seem to see the holy blood of Isis coursing in your veins."
"It is true, Priest, that of this goddess whom my mother worshipped I
have dreams and memories and that sometimes she seems to speak with me
in sleep, yet I tell you that I am but a mortal, the daughter of Yarab
the far-famed," I answered to him.
"Then you are that maiden whom I am commanded to seek, she who is
named Ayesha. Know, Lady, that great is your destiny, greater than
that of any kind, and that it is revealed to me that you will become
immortal."
"All who believe in the gods trust to find the pearl, Immortality,
beneath Death's waters, O Priest."
"Yes, Lady, but the immortality that is foretold for you is different
and begins upon the earth, and I confess that I understand it not,
though perhaps it may be an immortality of fame."
"Nor I, Priest. But meanwhile, what would you of me?"
"Shelter and food, Lady."
"And what can you offer for these, Priest?"
"Learning, Lady."
"That I think I have already."
"Nay, Lady Ayesha, not such learning as I can give; the knowledge of
the secrets of the gods; spells that will sway the hearts of kings,
magic that will show things afar and call ghosts from the grave, power
that will set him who wields it upon the pinnacle of worship----"
"Stay!" I broke in. "You are old and ugly! you are tired, your foot
bleeds, you seek protection, and it seems to me that you need food.
How comes it that one who can command so much lore and power is in
want of such things as these that the humblest peasant does not lack,
and must seek to purchase them with flatteries?"
When he heard these words, of a sudden the aspect of that old man
changed. To me his shrunken body seemed to swell, his face grew fierce
and set, and a strange light shone in his deep eyes.
"Maiden," he said in another voice, "I perceive that you are in truth
in need of such a teacher as I am. Had you the inner wisdom, you would
not judge by the outward appearance and you would know that ofttimes
the gods bring misfortunes upon those they love in order that thereby
they may work their ends. Beauty is yours, wit is yours, and a great
destiny awaits you, though with it, as I think, great sorrow. Yet one
thing is lacking to you--humility--and that you must learn beneath the
rods of destiny. But of these matters we will talk afterward.
Meanwhile, as you say, I need food and shelter, which are necessary to
all while still they labour in the flesh. Lead me to your father!"
Without more talk though not without fear, I guided this strange
wanderer to our tents, for at the time we were camping in the desert,
and into the presence of my father, Yarab, who gave him hospitality
after the Arab fashion, but save for the common words of courtesy,
held no converse with him that night.
On the following morning before we struck our camp, however, they had
much speech together, and at the end of it I was summoned to the great
tent.
"Daughter," said my father, pointing to the wanderer who was sitting
cross-legged on a carpet before him after the fashion of an Egyptian
scribe, "I have questioned this learned man, our guest. I discover
from him that he is the First Magician of Egypt, the head-priest also
of the greatest goddess of that land, she whom your mother worshipped.
At least, he says he was these things--but now, having quarrelled with
Pharaoh, that he is nothing but a beggar, which is a strange state for
a magician. Also, according to his tale, Pharaoh seeks his life, as he
declares, because of certain prophecies that he made to him concerning
the fate of Egypt and of Pharaoh's House. It seems that he desires to
abide here with us and to impart his wisdom to you, which wisdom, it
is evident, has brought him to an evil case. Now I ask you, as one
gifted with discretion beyond your years, what answer shall I return
to him? If I keep this Noot here, for that he tells me, is his name,
though of his race and country he will say nothing, perchance Pharaoh,
whose arm is long, will come to seek him and bring war upon us, and if
I sent him away, perchance I turn my back upon a messenger from the
gods. What then shall I do?"
"Ask him, my Father; seeing that one who prophesies evil to the
Pharaoh to his own ruin must be a truthful man."
Then my father stroked his long beard, being perplexed, and inquired
of the wanderer whether he should keep him or send him away.
Noot replied that he thought that my father would do well to send him
away, but better to keep him. He said that he had no revelation on the
matter, though if it were wished he would seek one, but he believed
that although his presence might bring trouble, from his dismissal
would come yet worse trouble. He added that in a vision he had been
commanded by the goddess Isis to find out a certain Lady Ayesha and
become her instructor in mysteries that the purposes of Heaven might
be fulfilled, and that it was ill to flout goddesses whose arms were
even longer than those of Pharaoh.
Now for the second time my father who did nothing great or small
without my counsel, asked my judgment on the matter after I had heard
the words of Noot. I pondered, remembering what the wanderer had
promised to me in the desert, namely, knowledge and the secrets of the
gods, also spells that would sway the hearts of kings, with the gifts
of magic and of power. At length I answered,
"To what end is all this empty talk, my Father? Has not this stranger
eaten of your bread and salt and is it the custom of our people to
drive away from their doors for no fault those to whom they have given
hospitality?"
"True," said my father. "If he were to be sent hence, it should have
been done at once. Abide in my shadow, Noot, and pray your gods to
bring a blessing on me."
So Noot, the priest and prophet, remained with us and from the first
day of his coming, opened out to my eager eyes all the scrolls of his
secret lore. Still it is true that he brought to my father, not
blessing but death, as shall be told, though this did not come for
many moons.
Meanwhile he taught and I learned, for his knowledge flowed into my
soul like a river into the desert and filled its thirsty sand with
life. Of all that I learned from him, because of the oaths I swore,
even now it is not lawful that I should write, but it is true that in
those years of study I grew near to the gods and wrested many a secret
from the clenched hands of Nature.
Moreover, though as yet I did not take the vows, I became a votary of
Isis, as Noot, her high-priest, had authority to make me, and one of
the inner circle. Yes, I determined even then that I would forswear
marriage and all fleshly joys and make to Isis the offering of my
life, while she through her priest vowed to me in return such power
and wisdom as had scarce been given to any woman before me.
Thus the time went by till at length fell the blow and I--for all my
wisdom--never heard Aphrodite laughing behind her veil. Nor indeed did
Noot, but then he was an old man, who, as I drew out of him, save
those of his mother, had not once touched a woman's lips. All learning
was his, but it seemed that in his search for it there were some
things he had passed by. At least so I believed, or rather half-
believed, at this time, but as I learned afterward, there are matters
upon which even the most holy think it no shame to lie, since in the
end Noot confessed to me that in his youth he had been as are other
men. Also I think that he heard the laughter of Aphrodite, though I
did not. However these things may be, as I was to discover afterward,
Mother Isis is a stern mistress to whoever looks the other way.
Also, although Noot told me much, he hid more. Not for many a year was
I to learn that he was a citizen of the ancient, ruined land of Kor,
and the only one who knew the fearful mystery it hid, which in a far
day to come he was commanded to reveal to me, Ayesha, and to no other
man or woman. Nor did he tell me that it was the purpose of Heaven
that under her other shape and name of Truth I should again establish
the worship of Isis in that land and once more make of it a queen of
the world. Yet these things were so and therefore was he sent to me
and for no other reason. Therefore was he commanded to reveal the doom
of Egypt to Nectanebes, that this Pharaoh in his wrath might drive
him, a wanderer, to our tents at Ozal there to dwell for years and
instruct me, the chosen, in all things that I must learn, so that when
at last the appointed hour dawned, I might be fitted for my mighty
task.
But all this while Aphrodite laughed on behind her veil!
CHAPTER III
THE BATTLE AND THE FLIGHT
In the end trouble came upon us thus. As I have said already, my
beauty was the talk of men throughout Arabia, and of women also, who
were jealous of it, since those who travelled in caravans bore its
fame from tribe to tribe and those who sailed upon the sea took up the
report and carried it to distant shores. But now to this tale was
added another, namely that the wearer of so much loveliness was also a
vessel into which the gods had poured all their wisdom, so that there
were few marvels which she could not work and little or nothing that
she did not know. It was added, truly enough, that the channel through
which this wisdom flowed into her heart was a certain Noot who
aforetime had been /Kherheb/ in Egypt and high-priest of Isis.
Presently this tale, carried by the mariners, came to the ears of the
Pharaoh Nectanebes in his city of Sais, who knew well enough that Noot
was the prophet whom he had driven from the land and whom by now he
desired to have back again, for his inspired counsel's sake.
The end of it was that the Pharaoh sent an embassy to my father,
Yarab, demanding that I should be given to him or to his son, the
young Nectanebes, I know not which, in marriage, and that Noot should
return to Egypt as my guardian, and there be reinstated in all his
offices.
My father answered, speaking with my voice, that least of anything did
I desire to become one of the women of Pharaoh, a man already near the
grave, or even of Pharaoh's son, I who was a free-born Arabian, and
that as for Noot, his head felt safer on his shoulders in Ozal where
he was an honoured guest, than it would at Pharaoh's court.
These words Nectanebes took ill, so ill indeed that, for this and
other reasons of policy, he sent an army to invade Yaman the Happy,
and to capture me and kill Noot, or drag him away to Egypt in chains.
Of all these plans we had warnings, partly through the priests of Isis
in Egypt who still acknowledged Noot as their head, although another
had been raised up in his place and filled his office, and partly
through dreams and revelations that came to him from Heaven. Therefore
we made ready and gathered in great strength to fight against Pharaoh.
At length his hosts came, borne for the most part in ships of Cyprus
and of Sidon whereof at that time the kings were his allies, or rather
vassals.
They landed upon a plain by the seashore and watching from our hills
beyond, we suffered them to land. But that night, or rather just
before the following dawn when their camp was still unfortified, we
poured down upon them from our hills. Great was the fray! for they
fought well. I led the horsemen of our tribe in this, my first battle,
and by the light of the rising sun charged again and yet again into
the heart of the hosts of Pharaoh, having no fear since I knew well
that none could harm me.
There was a certain company of Greeks, two thousand of them perhaps,
who served Pharaoh, and in the centre of them was his general, which
company stood firm when the others fled. Thrice we attacked it with
the horsemen and thrice were beaten back. Then my father came to my
aid with his picked kinsmen mounted upon camels. Again we charged and
this time broke through. Those about Pharaoh's general saw me and
strove to make me captive, hoping to carry me back to him, whatever
happened to the host. They surrounded me, one caught the bridle of my
horse. Him I slew with a javelin, but others snatched at me. Then I
cried to Isis and I think that she clothed me in some garment of her
majesty, since foes well away in front of me, calling out--
"This is a goddess, not a woman!"
Yet I was cut off, ringed round by them, for all my companions were
slain or driven back.
They pressed in on me to take me living, till I was hedged in with a
ring of swords. My father appeared mounted on his swift white
dromedary that was called Desert Wind, followed by others. They broke
through the ring, and there was a fierce fight. My father fell,
pierced by the spear of the general of the Egyptians. I saw it and,
filled with madness, I charged at that general and drove my javelin
through his throat, so that he fell also. Then a cry went up and the
host of Pharaoh melted away, flying for the ships. Some gained them,
but the most remained dead upon the shore or were taken captive.
Thus ended that battle and such was the answer that we of Ozal sent to
Pharaoh Nectanebes. Therefore it was also that because of the death of
my beloved father at their hands I hated Egypt, and not only Egypt but
Cyprus and Sidon in whose ships her hosts had been borne to attack us,