Three Novels of Ancient Egypt Khufu's Wisdom by Naguib Mahfouz
The king smiled at him, upbraiding him gently, “How falsehood had possessed you!”
The commander bowed his head and mumbled, “Lofty is the power of the gods — their -wonders are exalted on earth and in heaven!”
To the magician, the king then remarked, “You have done well, O most able man. But have you the kind of authority over the Unseen that you have over the minds of created beings?”
“I do indeed, my lord,” Djedi replied confidently.
Khufu fell deep into thought, contemplating what sort of questions to ask the magician. At length his face brightened with the light of revelation. “Can you tell me,” he inquired, “if one of my seed is destined to sit on the throne of Egypt's kings?”
The man seemed gripped with fear and unease. Pharaoh perceived what troubled him.
“I grant you full freedom to speak,” he said. “I assure you there will be no penalty for whatever you say.”
Djedi glanced meaningfully at the face of his lord - then tilted his head toward the sky, absorbed in fervent prayer. He continued this, without moving or speaking, for a full hour. When he returned to confront the king, his kin, and the courtiers, his skin had turned sallow, his lips white, and his countenance confused. The group grew alarmed as they sensed the approach of imminent evil.
His patience exhausted, Prince Khafra demanded, “What's wrong with you that you don't speak, when Pharaoh has guaranteed your immunity from harm?”
The man choked down his panting breath as he addressed the king, “Sire, after you, no one from your seed shall sit upon the throne of Egypt.”
His speech was a blow to those gathered, like a sudden gale in the branches of a tranquil tree. They stared at him viciously with eyes so furious that the whites seemed to fly out of them. Pharaoh's brow furrowed: he glowered like a lion driven mad with rage. Prince Khafra's face turned pale as he pursed his cruel lips, his expression broadcasting his anguish and loss.
As if to soften the impact of his prophecy, the sorcerer added, “You shall rule safely and securely, my lord, until the end of your long and happy life.”
Pharaoh shrugged his shoulders dismissively, then said with a frightful voice, “He -who labors for his own sake labors in vain. So stop trying to console me and simply tell me: do you know whom the gods have reserved to succeed them on the throne of Egypt?”
“Yes, I do,” said the wizard. “He is an infant newly born, who had not seen the light of the world until this very morning.”
“Who are his parents, then?”
“His father is Monra, high priest of the Temple of Ra at On,” answered Djedi. “As for his mother, she is the young Ruddjedet, whom the priest married in his old age so that she would bear him this child — which the Fates have written shall be a ruler of Egypt.”
Khufu rose combatively, like a great cat aroused. Standing with the full stature of Pharaoh, he took two steps toward the sorcerer. Suppressing a gasp, the man averted his gaze, as the king asked him, “Are you utterly sure of what you are saying, Djedi?”
“All that the page of the Unseen has disclosed to me, I have revealed to you,” the magician replied, hoarsely.
“Fear not, nor be distressed,” said the king. “You have delivered your prophecy, and now you shall reap the bounty it has earned for you.”
Summoning one of the palace chamberlains, Pharaoh ordered him to treat Djedi the magician hospitably, and to give him fifty pieces of gold as a reward. The man then accompanied Djedi as they both left the scene.
Prince Khafra was sorely stricken — his eyes bursting with the remorselessness in his heart, his steely face like a harbinger of death. As for his father, Khufu, he did not waste his outrage in a fit of shouting and wild gesticulations. Rather, he held it in check with the force of his inner will, transforming it into a daring resolve that could level great mountains and make the cosmic powers stir.
He turned to his vizier, asking him grandly, “What do you think, Hemiunu: does it avail to be warned against Fate?”
The vizier raised his eyebrows in thought, but nothing issued from his lips, white with panic and dismay.
“I see that you are afraid to say the truth, and are considering disavowing your own wisdom in order to please me,” said the king, scoldingly. “But no, Hemiunu, your lord is too great to be upset by being told the truth.”
Though not a flatterer, Hemiunu was a coward. Nonetheless, he was sincerely loyal to the king and the crown prince, and took pity on their pain. When the two appeared as though they would not be angry at what he might say, he replied, almost inaudibly, “My lord! I am in accord -with the words of wisdom that the gods imparted to our forebears, and to their propagator, Kagemni, on the question of Destiny — -which hold that precaution cannot thwart Fate.”
Khufu looked at his heir apparent and asked, “And what, O Prince, is your view of this matter?”
The prince looked back at his father with eyes blazing like a beast caught in a trap.
Pharaoh smiled as he declaimed, “If Fate really was as people say, then creation itself would be absurd. The wisdom of life would be negated, the nobility of man would be debased. Diligence and the mere appearance of it would be the same; so would labor and laziness, wakefulness and sleep, strength and weakness, rebellion and obedience. No, Fate is a false belief to which the strong are not fashioned to submit.”
The zeal fired in his breast, Commander Arbu shouted, “Sublime is your wisdom, my lord!”
Pharaoh, still smiling, said with absolute composure, “Before us is a suckling child, only an easy distance away. Come then, Commander Arbu — prepare a group of chariots, which I will lead to On - so that I myself may look upon this tiny offspring of the Fates.”
“Will Pharaoh himself be going?” Hemiunu asked, amazed.
“If I don't go now to defend my own throne,” said Pharaoh, laughing, “then when will it be right for me to do so? Very well, now — I invite you all to ride with me to witness the tremendous battle between Khufu and the Fates.”
3
PHARAOH'S SQUADRON of one hundred war chariots streamed out of the palace, manned by two hundred of the toughest troopers of the Great House Guards. Khufu - amidst a cohort of the princes and his companions — took their lead, -with Khafra at his right and Arbu on his left.
They sped away to the northeast, shaking the ground of the valley like an earthquake, along the right branch of the Nile, heading toward the city of On. Their -wheels rattling like thunder, the rushing vehicles, with their magnificently adorned horses, kicked up mountains of dust behind them that hid them from the eyes of beautiful Memphis. With the colossal men riding them - like statues bedecked with swords, bows, and arrows, and armored with shields — they reminded the sleeping earth of the soldiers of Mina. They too had thrown up their own dust on these same roads hundreds of years before, bearing to the North an undeniable victory, forging the nation's unity as their glorious legacy.
They rolled onward over the stones and gravel, led by an all-powerful man, the very mention of whose name humbled hearts and caused eyes to be lowered. Yet they rode not to invade a nation or to combat an army. Rather, to besiege a nursing baby boy still in his swaddling clothes, blinking his eyes at the light of the world - launched by the words of a wizard that threatened the mightiest throne on earth, shaking the stoutest hearts in creation.
They covered the floor of the valley with surpassing speed, circumventing villages and hamlets like a fleeting arrow, fixing their eyes onto that fearsome horizon that loomed over the suckling child whom the Fates had made to play such a perilous role.
From afar there appeared to them a cloud of dust whose source their eyes couldn't make out, until, the distance slowly dwindling, they -were able to discern a little band of horsemen crossing in their direction. They had no doubt that this group came from the district of Ra.
The horsemen drew closer, and it became clear that they -were mounted soldiers trailing behind a single rider. The nearer they approached, the cle
This happened just as the king arrived with his retinue. The royal chariot had to slow down to avoid a collision, though neither Pharaoh nor any of his men paid much heed to either the woman being pursued, or her pursuers. They presumed these were policemen carrying out some official duty or other, and would have passed them by without any contact but for the woman calling out to them, “Help me, O Soldiers — Help me! Those men won't let me reach Pharaoh….”
Pharaoh's chariot halted, and so did those behind him. He looked at the men encircling the woman and called to them with his commanding voice, “Summon her to me.”
Yet, ignorant of he who had made this command, they did not respond. One of the horsemen's officers came forward, saying roughly, “We are guards from On who have come to execute an order from its high priest. From what city are you, and what do you want?”
The officer's folly enraged Pharaoh's troopers. Arbu was about to berate him, but Pharaoh flashed him a hidden sign. Seething, he remained silent. The invocation of the Ra priest's name had diverted Pharaoh from his anger and made him think. Hoping to draw the officer into conversation, Khufu asked him, “Why were you pursuing this woman?”
Self-importantly, the officer replied, “I am not obliged to account for my mission except to my chief.”
Pharaoh shouted with thunderous fury, “Release this woman!”
The soldiers -were now certain that they -were dealing -with a formidable figure. They gave up on the object of their chase, who had scurried to the king's chariot, cowering beneath it fearfully, calling out all the while, “Help me sir, please help me!”
Arbu clambered down from his chariot and marched forcefully up to the officer. When the officer saw the sign of the eagle and Pharaoh's emblem on Arbu's shoulder, terror defeated him. Sheathing his sword, he stood to attention and gave a military salute, calling out to his men, “Hail the commander of Pharaoh's guards!”
They all returned their swords to their scabbards, and stood in file like statues.
When the woman heard what the officer said, she realized that she was in the presence of the Great House Guards. Standing up before Arbu, she said, “Sir, are you truly the head of our lord the king's guards? Naught but the truth of the gods is guiding me to him… for I fled my mistress, sir, in order to go to Pharaoh's palace, to the king's doorstep — for love of whom the lips of every Egyptian, man or woman, would gladly kiss.”
“Do you have some wish to be fulfilled?” Arbu asked her.
The woman replied, panting, “Yes, sir. I harbor a menacing secret that I wish to disclose to the Living God.”
Pharaoh listened more intently, as Arbu asked her, “And what is this menacing secret, my good woman?”
“I will divulge it to the Holy Eminence,” shesaid, entreatingly.
“I am his faithful servant, discreet with his secrets,” Arbu assured her.
The woman hesitated, glancing anxiously at those present. Her color was pale, her eyes darted back and forth, and her heart was pounding hard. The commander saw that he could entice her to speak by being soft with her.
“What is your name,” he inquired, “and where do you live?”
“My name is Sarga, sir. Until this morning I was a servant in the palace of the high priest of Ra.”
“Why were they chasing you?” Arbu continued. “Had your master made an accusation against you?”
“I'm an honorable woman, sir, but my master abused me.”
“Did you then flee because of his mistreatment?” Arbu pressed on. “Are you requesting that your complaint be raised with Pharaoh?”
“No, sir — the matter is much more threatening than you think. I stumbled upon a secret of whose danger I must warn Pharaoh - so I fled to warn the Sacred Self, as duty compels me. My master dispatched these soldiers in my -wake, to come between me and my sacred trust!”
The officer's horsemen trembled, as he quickly said in their defense, “The Reverend One ordered us to arrest this woman as she fled on horseback on the road to Memphis. We carried out the order without knowing anything at all about why it was given.”
Then Arbu said to Sarga, “Are you going to accuse the high priest of Ra of treason?”
“Summon me to Pharaoh's threshold so that I may reveal to him what so oppresses me.”
His patience expiring, Pharaoh fretted at the loss of precious time.
“Was the priest blessed this morning with the birth of a son?” he asked the woman, abruptly.
She turned toward him, wobbling with wonder. “Who informed you of this, sir,” she blurted, “when they had kept it secret? This is truly amazing!”
Pharaoh's entourage was becoming curious, exchanging silent looks among themselves. Meanwhile, the king interrogated her in his awe-instilling voice, “Is this the secret that you want Pharaoh to know?”
The woman nodded, still confused, “Yes, it is, sir - but it's not all that I wish to tell him.”
Pharaoh spoke sharply, in an intensely commanding tone that brooked no delay, “What is there to say, then? Tell me.”
“My mistress, Lady Ruddjedet, began to feel labor pains at dawn,” Sarga burst out, fearfully. “I was one of the chambermaids stationed by her bed to relieve her discomfort - sometimes with conversation, otherwise with medicine. Before long, the high priest entered; he blessed our mistress and prayed fervently to Our Lord Ra. As though wishing to put our mistress at ease, he gave her the glad tidings that she would give birth to a baby boy. This boy, he said, would inherit the unshakeable throne of Egypt, and rule over the Valley of the Nile as the successor to the God Ra-Atum on earth.
“He said to her, hardly able to contain himself for joy - as though he had forgotten my presence: I — whom she trusted more than any other servant - that the statue of the god Ra had told him this news in his celestial voice. But when his gaze fell upon me, his heart beat loud enough to be heard, and the fear was clear on his face. In order to appease the evil whisperer within, he had me arrested and held in the grain shed. Yet I was able to escape, to mount a steed, and set out upon the road to Memphis to tell the king what I had learned. Evidently, my master sensed that I had fled - for he sent these soldiers to apprehend me that, if not for you, would have carried me back to my death.”
Pharaoh and his companions listened to Sarga's story with alarmed surprise — for it confirmed the prophecy of Djedi the magician. Prince Khafra was gravely worried. “Let not the warning we received have been in vain!” he barked.
“Yes, my son — we shouldn't waste time.”
Khufu turned to the woman. “Pharaoh shall reward you very well for your fidelity,” he said. “There's nothing else for you to do now but to tell us which way you would like to go.”
“I wish, sir, that I might go safely to the village of Quna where my father lives.”
“You are responsible for her life until she reaches her home,” Pharaoh said to the officer, who nodded his head in obedience.
Motioning to Commander Arbu, the king climbed back onto his chariot, ordering his driver to proceed. They took off like the Fates themselves, with the other chariots behind them, in the direction of On, whose surrounding wall and the heads of the pillars of its great sanctuary, the Temple of Ra-Atum, could already be seen.
4
AT THAT MOMENT the high priest of Ra was kneeling at his wife's bedside in passionate prayer:
“Ra, Our Lord Creator, Present from the Time of Nothingness, from the time -when the water poured into the vastness of the primeval ocean, over which weighed a heavy darkness. You created, O Lord, by Your power, a sublimely beautiful universe. You filled it w
Monra recited this prayer with an unsteady voice. His eyes flowed with hot tears that trickled down his thin and drawn cheeks. They wet his hoary beard, as he raised up his aged head, looking with emotion upon the pallid face of his wife, confined to her childbed. Then he gazed upon the tiny infant, serenely raising the lids from his little dark eyes, which he had lowered in fear of the strange world around him. When his wife Ruddjedet sensed that Monra had ceased his praying, she said to him weakly, “Is there any news of Sarga?”
“The soldiers will catch up -with her,” the man sighed, “if the Lord so commands.”