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Updated: September 5, 2025
"Speak without fear," replied the King, whose fury had passed away. "Tahoser, whom your messengers have sought in the four corners of the world, I know where she is." At the name of Tahoser, Pharaoh rose as if moved by a spring and stepped towards Thamar, who was still kneeling. "If you speak the truth, you may take from my granite halls as much as you can lift of gold and precious stones."
"Oh, imprudent youth!" said Thamar; "oh, mad youth! which cannot see anything, which walks through life trustfully, without believing in ambushes, in brambles under the grass, in hot coals under the ashes, and which would gladly caress a viper, believing it to be only a snake. Open your eyes!
Seeing that Ra'hel kept silence, the old woman rose and sat down near her, and winking her eyes, the brown lids of which rose and fell like a bat's wing, she whispered in the Hebrew tongue, "Mistress, nothing good will come of this woman." "Why do you think so, Thamar?" answered Ra'hel, in the same low tone and using the same language.
"It is strange," went on the suspicious Thamar, "that she should have fainted there, and not elsewhere." "She fell at the spot where weakness came upon her." The old woman shook her head doubtfully. "Do you suppose," said Poëri's beloved, "that her faint was simulated? The dissector might have cut her side with his sharp stone, so like a dead body did she seem.
Thamar went off grumbling, and soon returned, followed by a very tall old man, whose majestic aspect inspired reverence. A long white beard fell down over his breast, and on either side of his brow two huge protuberances caught and retained the light. They looked like two horns or two beams. Under his thick eyebrows his eyes shone like fire.
Seated at the bed head, Ra'hel followed the changes in the features of Tahoser; troubled when she saw them contract and fill with grief, quieted again when the girl calmed down. Thamar, crouching beside her mistress, was also watching the priest's daughter, but her face expressed less kindliness.
Her dull eyes, her pale lips, her pallid cheeks, her limp limbs, her skin as cold as that of the dead, these things cannot be counterfeited." "No, doubtless," replied Thamar, "although there are women clever enough to feign all these symptoms, for some reason or another, so skilfully as to deceive the most clear-sighted. I believe that the maiden had swooned, as a matter of fact."
"I never had any children, and sometimes I fancy that I am your mother." "Good Thamar," said Ra'hel, moved. "Was I wrong," continued Thamar, "to consider her appearance so strange? Her disappearance explains it. She said she was Tahoser, the daughter of Petamounoph. She was nothing but a fiend which took that form to seduce and tempt a child of Israel.
She was very much concerned about this stranger picked up at the door of the hut. Whence came she? How did she happen to be there? What was her purpose? Who could she be? Such were the questions which Thamar asked herself, and to which, very regretfully, she could find no satisfactory replies.
"Keep well out of the reach of his sceptre," was the advice Timopht gave to the Israelite. As soon as she perceived the King through the darkness, Thamar threw herself with her face to the stone flags, by the side of the bodies which had not yet been removed, and then sitting up, she said in a firm voice, "O Pharaoh, do not slay me, I bring you good news."
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