Cleopatra eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 378 pages of information about Cleopatra.

Cleopatra eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 378 pages of information about Cleopatra.

“Long has Khemi groaned beneath the mailed heel of the Greek, and trembled at the shadow of the Roman’s spear; long has the ancient worship of its Gods been desecrated, and its people crushed with oppression.  But we believe that the hour of deliverance is at hand, and with the solemn voice of Egypt and by the ancient Gods of Egypt, to whose cause thou art of all men bound, we call upon thee, Prince, to be the sword of our deliverance.  Hearken!  Twenty thousand good and leal men are sworn to wait upon thy word, and at thy signal to rise as one, to put the Grecian to the sword, and with their blood and substance to build thee a throne set more surely on the soil of Khem than are its ancient pyramids—­such a throne as shall even roll the Roman legions back.  And for the signal, it shall be the death of that bold harlot, Cleopatra.  Thou must compass her death, Harmachis, in such fashion as shall be shown to thee, and with her blood anoint the Royal throne of Egypt.

“Canst thou refuse, O our Hope?  Doth not the holy love of country swell within thy heart?  Canst thou dash the cup of Freedom from thy lips and bear to drink the bitter draught of slaves?  The emprise is great; maybe it shall fail, and thou with thy life, as we with ours, shalt pay the price of our endeavour.  But what of it, Harmachis?  Is life, then, so sweet?  Are we so softly cushioned on the stony bed of earth?  Is bitterness and sorrow in its sum so small and scant a thing?  Do we here breathe so divine an air that we should fear to face the passage of our breath?  What have we here but hope and memory?  What see we here but shadows?  Shall we then fear to pass pure-handed where Fulfilment is and memory is lost in its own source, and shadows die in the light which cast them?  O Harmachis, that man alone is truly blest who crowns his life with Fame’s most splendid wreath.  For, since to all the Brood of Earth Death hands his poppy-flowers, he indeed is happy to whom there is occasion given to weave them in a crown of glory.  And how can a man die better than in a great endeavour to strike the gyves from his Country’s limbs so that she again may stand in the face of Heaven and raise the shrill shout of Freedom, and, clad once more in a panoply of strength, trample under foot the fetters of her servitude, defying the tyrant nations of the earth to set their seal upon her brow?

“Khem calls thee, Harmachis.  Come then, thou Deliverer; leap like Horus from the firmament, break her chains, scatter her foes, and rule a Pharaoh on Pharaoh’s Throne——­”

“Enough, enough!” I cried, while the long murmur of applause swept about the columns and up the massy walls.  “Enough; is there any need to adjure me thus?  Had I a hundred lives, would I not most gladly lay them down for Egypt?”

“Well said, well said!” answered Sepa.  “Now go forth with the woman yonder, that she may make thy hands clean before they touch the sacred emblems, and anoint thy brow before it is encircled of the diadem.”

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