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Updated: May 3, 2025
The warrior urged his camel and, rounding the stela-guarding soldier who had stood within ear-shot of the narrative, he was gone in a long undulating swing up the road that led to Pa-Ramesu. Caleb gazed after him until he was only a tall shape like the stroke of a pen in the distance. Then the mild Israelite looked longingly at the Egyptian, and finally returned to the litters.
There was no comfort in Egypt, and the air was tremulous with mourning from the first cataract to the sea. Kenkenes had spent two weeks in Goshen in systematic search for Rachel. The labor had been time-consuming and fruitless. More than two million Israelites were encamped about Pa-Ramesu, and among this host Kenkenes had searched thoroughly and fearlessly.
"Nay? No more then. I have spoken the last with thee concerning my love. And thus I seal the pact." He drew her, unresisting, to him, and kissed her forehead. "For my gentleness to the Hebrews of Pa-Ramesu," he continued in a calmer tone as he released her, "they have stripped me of my rank and sent me to govern Masaarah.
He dismounted, and in a twinkling the company, even to the babes, had followed his example. Each dropped to his haunches, his hands spread upon his knees, and there was no sound for a few minutes. Then they rose simultaneously and, flinging themselves upon their horses, departed as they came, like the whirlwind, over the road to Pa-Ramesu and the heart of Goshen.
"Not yet, perchance," he said calmly, "or never. But we shall not put trust in auguries. The oppression of the people is already begun at Pa-Ramesu and the brick-fields. Ye shall not return to those dire hardships. Ye can not return to Masaarah. In Memphis I offer my father's house, but Rachel refuses it. In Nehapehu there is safety among the peasantry on the murket's lands.
The traveler bore down on him from the west and reined his horse at the intersection of the two roads. He looked up the straight highway toward Pa-Ramesu, then turned in the saddle and gazed toward Tanis. His indecision was not a wayfarer's casual hesitancy in the choice of roads. By the anxiety written on his face, life, fortune or love might be at stake upon the correct selection of route.
The horse was anxious for a journey after a fortnight of idleness and he bade fair to keep pace with his rider's impatience. The Arabian hills had sunk below the sky-line and the Libyan desert was not marked by any eminence. With Pa-Ramesu behind him, a wide unbroken horizon belted the dusky landscape.
"Is not the whole north a seething pot of lawlessness; and by the demons of Amenti, is not the Israelite the fire under the caldron? Nay, but I shall have especial joy in damping him!" The man laughed and dropped into the chair Atsu had offered him. "Then thou art Horemheb, the new taskmaster over Pa-Ramesu?" "So! has my news outridden me?" the man exclaimed in very evident amazement.
Here dwelt the aged in trusteeship over the land, while the young and sturdy builded Pa-Ramesu. Sunrise on the uncompleted city tipped the raw lines of her half-built walls with broken fire and gilded the gear of gigantic hoisting cranes.
This was Atsu, captain of chariots and vice-commander over Pa-Ramesu. His subordinates parted and gave him respectful path. He delivered his orders in an impassive, low-pitched monotone. "Out with them, and mark ye, no lashes now. Leave the old and the nursing mothers."
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