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Updated: May 18, 2025
When Mentezufis answered that one could not easily suppose that the heir would meet defeat, Herhor let him understand that in that case the triumph should not be over brilliant. "The state," continued he, "will not lose in any way if the warriors and the impulsive heir find amusement for some years along the western border.
"In that case Istubar's view is still more correct," answered Mefres, decidedly. "Still, let us not be too hasty. We should examine the prince first," remarked Mentezufis. "Let us do so." "In fact, both priests went to the heir next morning with very serious faces, and asked for a confidential talk with him. "What has happened?" inquired the prince.
Mentezufis shrugged his shoulders. "But I say, lord, that Thou dost not know what a battle is; Thou hast even an entirely false idea of it from maneuvers at which Thou hast always been the victor, though more than once Thou shouldst have been conquered." The prince frowned. The priest put his hand beneath his robe, and said quickly, "Guess what I have in my hand, worthiness."
But if they lie in one thing, who will assure me that those views of the desert shown on the wall were not deceit also?" Since the prince was silent all the time, which was attributed to his sorrow because of his father's illness, and the generals did not dare to say anything after the decisive words of Mentezufis, the military council ended.
"We are obliged even to show some politeness to Phoenicians after the conclusion of such a treaty with Assyria," put in the worthy Mentezufis, smiling. The amphitheatre, to which the viceroy, the nomarch, and the foremost officers betook themselves about four in the afternoon was built in the garden of the temple. It was a circular space surrounded by a palisade twice the height of a man.
Mentezufis looked around among the great columns, closed the door, quenched the torches, and in that lower chamber there remained only one light, that which burned before a statue of Horus. The dignitaries sat down on three stone benches. "If I were commanded to describe the character of Ramses XIII," said the nomarch of Abs, "I should be unable to do so." "He is a maniac!" said Mefres.
Mentezufis, as representative of the minister of war, had gone with the viceroy. The astonished Mefres came. The nomarch told of the murder of the child, and said that the police official dared not give explanations. "But are there witnesses?" inquired the high priest. "We are waiting for thy commands, holy father." They brought in Sarah's doorkeeper.
"Prepare the funeral pile; I will attend to the rest of the ceremony." The Greeks left the tent. The prince sent for Mentezufis. THE priest observed the heir stealthily, and found him much changed. Ramses was pale; he had almost grown thin in a few hours; his eyes had lost their glitter and had sunk beneath his forehead.
He will gain skill himself in warfare, while the idle warriors will find their own proper work to do." The other correspondence Mentezufis carried on with the holy father Mefres and that seemed to him of more importance. Mefres, offended formerly by the prince, had recently, in the case of Sarah's child, accused the prince directly of infanticide, committed under Kama's influence.
When the military council had heard this speech the Libyans were sent from the tent, and Prince Ramses asked the holy Mentezufis directly for his opinions; this astonished even the generals. "Only yesterday," said the worthy prophet, "I should have been glad to refuse the prayer of Musawasa, transfer the war to Libya, and destroy that nest of robbers.
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