第17章

类别:其他 作者:Sir H Rider Haggard字数:4732更新时间:18/12/27 08:32:33
“Wherenowisthyhusbandandthysonandthybrother,thouwhoartofPharaoh’shouse?Nowthoupayestusforthelabourofourhandsandforthebricksthatwemadewithoutstraw,gatheringleavesandrushesinthesun。Nowthoupayestforthestickinthehandoftheoverseers。Wherenowisthyhusbandandthysonandthybrother?“andtheywentstillmocking,andlefttheladyweeping。 ButofallsightstheWandererheldthisstrangest,andmanysuchthereweretosee。Atfirsthewouldhavetakenbackthespoilandgivenittothosewhoworeit,butReithePriestprayedhimtoforbear,lestthecurseshouldstrikethemalso。Sotheypressedonthroughthetumult,everseeingnewsightsofgreedanddeathandsorrow。Hereamotherweptoverherbabe,hereabrideoverherhusband——thatnightthegroomofherandofdeath。Herethefierce- facedApura,clamouringlikegulls,torethesilvertrinketsfromthechildrenofthoseofthebasersort,orthesacredamuletsfromthemummiesofthosewhowerelaidoutforburial,andhereawater- carrierwailedoverthecarcassoftheassthatwonhimhislivelihood。 Atlength,passingthroughthecrowd,theycametoatemplethatstoodneartotheTempleoftheGodPtah。Thepylonsofthistemplefacedtowardsthehousesofthecity,buttheinnercourtswerebuiltagainstthewallsofTanisandlookedoutacrossthefaceofthewater。Thoughnotoneofthelargesttemples,itwasverystrongandbeautifulinitsshape。ItwasbuiltoftheblackstoneofSyene,andallthepolishedfaceofthestonewasgravenwithimagesoftheHolyHathor。Heresheworeacow’shead,andherethefaceofawoman,butshealwaysboreinherhandsthelotus-headedstaffandtheholytokenoflife,andherneckwasencircledwiththecollarofthegods。 “HeredwellsthatStrangeHathortowhomthoudidstdrinklastnight,Eperitus,“saidReithePriest。“ItwasawildpledgetodrinkbeforetheQueen,whoswearsthatshebringsthesewoesonKhem。Though,indeed,sheisguiltlessofthis,withallthebloodonherbeautifulhead。TheApuraandtheirapostatesorcerer,whomweourselvesinstructed,bringtheplaguesonus。“ “DoestheHathormanifestherselfthisday?“askedtheWanderer。 “Thatwewillaskofthepriests,Eperitus。Followthoume。“ Nowtheypasseddowntheavenueofsphinxeswithinthewallofbrick,intothegardenplotoftheGoddess,andsoonthroughthegatesoftheoutertower。ApriestwhowatchedtherethrewthemwideatthesignthatwasgivenofRei,theMaster-Builder,thebelovedofPharaoh,andtheycametotheoutercourt。Beforethesecondtowertheyhalted,andReishowedtotheWandererthatplaceuponthepylonroofwheretheHathorwaswonttostandandsingtillthehearers’ heartsweremeltedlikewax。Heretheyknockedoncemore,andwereadmittedtotheHallofAssemblywherethepriestsweregathered,throwingdustupontheirheadsandmourningthoseamongthemwhohaddiedwiththeFirstborn。WhentheysawRei,theinstructed,theProphetofAmen,andtheWanderercladingoldenarmourwhowaswithhim,theyceasedfromtheirmourning,andanancientpriestoftheirnumbercameforward,and,greetingRei,askedhimofhiserrand。ThenReitooktheWandererbythehandandmadehimknowntothepriest,andtoldhimofthosedeedsthathehaddone,andhowhehadsavedthelifeofPharaohandofthoseoftheRoyalHousewhosatatthefeastwithPharaoh。 “ButwhenwilltheLadyHathorsinguponhertowertop?“saidRei,“fortheStrangerdesirestoseeherandhearher。“ ThetemplepriestbowedbeforetheWanderer,andansweredgravely: “OnthethirdmornfromnowtheHolyHathorshowsherselfuponthetemple’stop,“hesaid;“butthou,mightylord,whoartrisenfromthesea,hearkentomywarning,andif,indeed,thouartnogod,darenottolookuponherbeauty。Ifthoudostlook,thenthyfateshallbeasthefateofthosewhohavelookedbefore,andhavelovedandhavediedforthesakeoftheHathor。“ “NogodamI,“saidtheWanderer,laughing,“yet,perchance,Ishalldaretolook,anddaretofacewhateveritbethatguardsher,ifmyheartbidsmeseehernearer。“ “Thenthereshallbeanendoftheeandthywanderings,“saidthepriest。“Nowfollowme,andIwillshowtheethosemenwholastsoughttowintheHathor。“ Hetookhimbythehandandledhimthroughpassageshewninthewallstilltheycametoadeepandgloomycell,wherethegoldenarmouroftheWanderershonelikealampateve。Thecellwasbuiltagainstthecitywall,andscarcelyathreadoflightcameintothechinkbetweenroofandwall。Allaboutthechamberwerebathsfashionedofbronze,andinthebathslayduskyshapesofdark-skinnedmenofEgypt。Theretheylay,andinthefaintlighttheirlimbswerebeinganointedbysomesad-facedattendants,asfolkwereanointedbymerrygirlsintheshiningbathsoftheWanderer’shome。WhenReiandEperituscamenear,thesad-facedbath-menshrankawayinshame,asdogsshrinkfromtheirevilmeatatnightwhenatravellergoespast。 Marvellingatthestrangesight,thebathersandthebathed,theWandererlookedmoreclosely,andhisstoutheartsankwithinhim。Foralltheseweredeadwholayinthebathsofbronze,anditwasnotwaterthatflowedabouttheirlimbs,butevil-smellingnatron。 “Hereliethose,“saidthepriest,“wholaststrovetocomeneartheHolyHathor,andtopassintotheshrineofthetemplewherenightanddayshesitsandsingsandweaveswithhergoldenshuttle。Heretheylie,thehalfofascore。Onebyonetheyrushedtoembraceher,andonebyonetheyweresmittendown。Heretheyarebeingattiredforthetomb,forwegivethemallrichburial。“ “Truly,“quoththeWanderer,“IlefttheworldofLightbehindmewhenIlookedontheblood-redseaandsailedintotheblackgloomoffPharos。MoreevilsightshaveIseeninthishauntedlandthaninallthecitieswhereIhavewandered,andonalltheseasthatIhavesailed。“ “Thenbewarned,“saidthepriest,“forifthoudostfollowwheretheywent,anddesirewhattheydesired,thoutooshaltlieinyonderbath,andbewashedofyonderwaters。Forwhateverbefalse,thisistrue,thathewhoseeksloveofttimesfindsdoom。Butherehefindsitmostspeedily。“ TheWandererlookedagainatthedeadandattheirministers,andheshudderedtillhisharnessrattled。HefearednotthefaceofDeathinwar,oronthesea,butthiswasanewthing。Littlehelovedthesightofthebrazenbathsandthosewholaythere。Thelightofthesunandthebreathofairseemedgoodtohim,andhesteppedquicklyfromthechamber,whilethepriestsmiledtohimself。Butwhenhereachedtheouterair,hisheartcamebacktohim,andhebegantoaskagainabouttheHathor——whereshedwelt,andwhatitwasthatslewherlovers。 “Iwillshowthee,“answeredthepriest,andbroughthimthroughtheHallofAssemblytoacertainnarrowwaythatledtoacourt。InthecentreofthecourtstoodtheholyshrineoftheHathor。Itwasagreatchamber,builtofalabaster,lightedfromtheroofalone,andshutinwithbrazendoors,beforewhichhungcurtainsofTyrianweb。 Fromtheroofoftheshrineastairwayranoverheadtotheroofofthetempleandsototheinnerpylontower。 “Yonder,Stranger,theholyGoddessdwellswithintheAlabasterShrine,“saidthepriest。“Bythatstairshepassestothetempleroof,andthencetothepylontop。Therebythecurtains,onceineveryday,weplacefood,anditisdrawnintothesanctuary,howweknownot,fornoneofushavesetfootthere,norseentheHathorfacetoface。Now,whentheGoddesshasstooduponthepylonandsungtothemultitudebelow,shepassesbacktotheshrine。Thenthebrazenouterdoorsofthetemplecourtarethrownwideandthedoomedrushonmadly,onebyone,towardsthedrawncurtains。Butbeforetheypassthecurtainstheyarethrustback,yettheystrivetopass。Thenwehearasoundoftheclashingofweaponsandthemenfalldeadwithoutaword,whilethesongoftheHathorswellsfromwithin。“ “Andwhoareherswordsmen?“saidtheWanderer。 “Thatweknownot,Stranger;nomanhaslivedtotell。Come,drawneartothedooroftheshrineandhearken,maybethouwiltheartheHathorsinging。Havenofear;thouneedstnotapproachtheguardedspace。“ ThentheWandererdrewnearwithadoubtingheart,butReithePrieststoodafaroff,thoughthetemplepriestscamecloseenough。Atthecurtainstheystoppedandlistened。Thenfromwithintheshrinetherecameasoundofsingingwildandsweetandshrill,andthevoiceofitstirredtheWandererstrangely,bringingtohismindmemoriesofthatIthacaofwhichhewasLordandwhichheshouldseenomore;ofthehappydaysofyouth,andoftheGod-builtwallsofwindyIlios。Buthecouldnothavetoldwhyhethoughtonthesethings,norwhyhisheartwasthusstrangelystirredwithinhim。 “Hearken!theHathorsingsassheweavesthedoomofmen,“saidthepriest,andashespokethesingingended。 ThentheWanderertookcounselwithhimselfwhetherheshouldthenandthereburstthedoorsandtakehisfortune,orwhetherheshouldforbearforthatwhile。Butintheendhedeterminedtoforbearandseewithhisowneyeswhatbefellthosewhostrovetowintheway。 Sohedrewback,wonderingmuch;and,biddingfarewelltotheagedpriest,hewentwithRei,theMasterBuilder,throughthetownofTanis,wheretheApurawerestillspoilingthepeopleofKhem,andhecametothePalacewherehewaslodged。Hereheturnedoverinhismindhowhemightseethestrangewomanofthetemple,andyetescapethebathsofbronze。Therehesatandthoughttillatlengththenightdrewon,andonecametosummonhimtosupwithPharaohintheHall。 Thenheroseupandwent,andmeetingPharaohandMeriamuntheQueenintheouterchamber,passedinafterthemtotheHall,andontotheda?swhichhehadheldagainsttherabble,fortheplacewasclearofdead,and,saveforcertainstainsuponthemarblefloorthatmightnotbewashedaway,andforsomefewarrowsthatyetwerefixedhighupinthewallsorintheloftyroof,therewasnothingtotellofthegreatfraythathadbeenfoughtbutonedaygone。 HeavywasthefaceofPharaoh,andthefewwhosatwithhimweresadenoughbecauseofthedeathofsomanywhomtheyloved,andtheshameandsorrowthathadfallenuponKhem。ButtherewerenotearsforheronechildintheeyesofMeriamuntheQueen。Anger,notgrief,toreherheartbecausePharaohhadlettheApurago。Foreverastheysatatthesadfeasttherecameasoundofthetrampingfeetofarmies,andoflowingcattle,andsongsoftriumph,sungbytenthousandvoices,andthustheysangthesongoftheApura:—— AlampforourfeettheLordhathlitten,SignshathHeshownintheLandofKhem。 TheKingsoftheNationsourLordhathsmitten,HisshoehathHecasto’ertheGodsofthem。 HehathmadeHimamockoftheheiferofIsis,HehathbrokenthechariotreinsofRa,OnYak?bHecries,andHisfolkarises,AndthekneesoftheNationareloosedinawe。 Hegivesustheirgoodsforaspoiltogather,Jewelsofsilver,andvesselsofgold;