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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Egypt (La Mort De Philae) + +Author: Pierre Loti + +Translator: W. P. Baines + +Release Date: April 12, 2006 [EBook #3685] +Last Updated: March 6, 2018 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK EGYPT (LA MORT DE PHILAE) *** + + + + +Produced by Dagny; John Bickers; David Widger + + + + + +</pre> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h1> + EGYPT <br /> <br /> (LA MORT DE PHILAE) + </h1> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + by Pierre Loti + </h2> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h3> + Translated from the French by W. P. Baines + </h3> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <blockquote> + <p class="toc"> + <big><b>CONTENTS</b></big> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0001"> CHAPTER I </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0002"> CHAPTER II </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0003"> CHAPTER III </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0004"> CHAPTER IV </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0005"> CHAPTER V </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0006"> CHAPTER VI </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0007"> CHAPTER VII </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0008"> CHAPTER VIII </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0009"> CHAPTER IX </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0010"> CHAPTER X </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0011"> CHAPTER XI </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0012"> CHAPTER XII </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0013"> CHAPTER XIII </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0014"> CHAPTER XIV </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0015"> CHAPTER XV </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0016"> CHAPTER XVI </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0017"> CHAPTER XVII </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0018"> CHAPTER XVIII </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0019"> CHAPTER XIX </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0020"> CHAPTER XX </a> + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0001" id="link2HCH0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER I + </h2> + <h3> + A WINTER MIDNIGHT BEFORE THE GREAT SPHINX + </h3> + <p> + A night wondrously clear and of a colour unknown to our climate; a place + of dreamlike aspect, fraught with mystery. The moon of a bright silver, + which dazzles by its shining, illumines a world which surely is no longer + ours; for it resembles in nothing what may be seen in other lands. A world + in which everything is suffused with rosy color beneath the stars of + midnight, and where granite symbols rise up, ghostlike and motionless. + </p> + <p> + Is that a hill of sand that rises yonder? One can scarcely tell, for it + has as it were no shape, no outline; rather it seems like a great rosy + cloud, or some huge, trembling billow, which once perhaps raised itself + there, forthwith to become motionless for ever. . . . And from out this + kind of mummified wave a colossal human effigy emerges, rose-coloured too, + a nameless, elusive rose; emerges, and stares with fixed eyes and smiles. + It is so huge it seems unreal, as if it were a reflection cast by some + mirror hidden in the moon. . . . And behind this monster face, far away in + the rear, on the top of those undefined and gently undulating sandhills, + three apocalyptic signs rise up against the sky, those rose-coloured + triangles, regular as the figures of geometry, but so vast in the distance + that they inspire you with fear. They seem to be luminous of themselves, + so vividly do they stand out in their clear rose against the deep blue of + the star-spangled vault. And this apparent radiation from within, by its + lack of likelihood, makes them seem more awful. + </p> + <p> + And all around is the desert; a corner of the mournful kingdom of sand. + Nothing else is to be seen anywhere save those three awful things that + stand there upright and still—the human likeness magnified beyond + all measurement, and the three geometric mountains; things at first sight + like exhalations, visionary things, with nevertheless here and there, and + most of all in the features of the vast mute face, subtleties of shadow + which show that <i>it</i> at least exists, rigid and immovable, fashioned + out of imperishable stone. + </p> + <p> + Even had we not known, we must soon have guessed, for these things are + unique in the world, and pictures of every age have made the knowledge of + them commonplace: the Sphinx and the Pyramids! But what is strange is that + they should be so disquieting. . . . And this pervading colour of rose, + whence comes it, seeing that usually the moon tints with blue the things + it illumines? One would not expect this colour either, which, + nevertheless, is that of all the sands and all the granites of Egypt and + Arabia. And then too, the eyes of the statue, how often have we not seen + them? And did we not know that they were capable only of their one fixed + stare? Why is it then that their motionless regard surprises and chills + us, even while we are obsessed by the smile of the sealed lips that seem + to hold back the answer to the supreme enigma? . . . + </p> + <p> + It is cold, but cold as in our country are the fine nights of January, and + a wintry mist rises low down in the little valleys of the sand. And that + again we were not expecting; beyond question the latest invaders of this + country, by changing the course of the old Nile, so as to water the earth + and make it more productive, have brought hither the humidity of their own + misty isle. And this strange cold, this mist, light as it still is, seem + to presage the end of ages, give an added remoteness and finality to all + this dead past, which lies here beneath us in subterranean labyrinths + haunted by a thousand mummies. + </p> + <p> + And the mist, which, as the night advances, thickens in the valleys, + hesitates to mount to the great daunting face of the Sphinx; and covers it + with the merest and most transparent gauze; and, like everything else here + to-night, this gauze, too, is rose-colored. And meanwhile the Sphinx, + which has seen the unrolling of all the history of the world, attends + impassively the change in Egypt's climate, plunged in profound and mystic + contemplation of the moon, its friend for the last 5000 years. + </p> + <p> + Here and there on the soft pathway of the sandhills are pigmy figures of + men that move about or sit squatting as if on the watch; and small as they + are, low down in the hollows and far away, this wonderful silver moon + reveals even their slightest gestures; for their white robes and black + cloaks stand sharply out against the monotonous rose of the desert. At + times they call to one another in a harsh, aspirate tongue, and then go + off at a run, noiselessly, barefooted, with burnous flying, like moths in + the night. They lie in wait for the parties of tourists who arrive from + time to time. For the great symbols, during the hundreds and thousands of + years that have elapsed since men ceased to venerate them, have + nevertheless scarcely ever been alone, especially on nights with a full + moon. Men of all races, of all times, have come to wander round them, + vaguely attracted by their immensity and mystery. In the days of the + Romans they had already become symbols of a lost significance, legacies of + a fabulous antiquity, but people came curiously to contemplate them, and + tourists in toga and in peplus carved their names on the granite of their + bases for the sake of remembrance. + </p> + <p> + The tourists who have come to-night, and upon whom have pounced the + black-cloaked Bedouin guides, wear cap and ulster or furred greatcoat; + their intrusion here seems almost an offence; but, alas, such visitors + become more numerous in each succeeding year. The great town hard by—which + sweats gold now that men have started to buy from it its dignity and its + soul—is become a place of rendezvous and holiday for the idlers and + upstarts of the whole world. The modern spirit encompasses the old desert + of the Sphinx on every side. It is true that up to the present no one has + dared to profane it by building in the immediate neighbourhood of the + great statue. Its fixity and calm disdain still hold some sway, perhaps. + But little more than a mile away there ends a road travelled by hackney + carriages and tramway cars, and noisy with the delectable hootings of + smart motor cars; and behind the pyramid of Cheops squats a vast hotel to + which swarm men and women of fashion, the latter absurdly feathered, like + Redskins at a scalp dance; and sick people, in search of purer air; and + consumptive English maidens; and ancient English dames, a little the worse + for wear, who bring their rheumatisms for the treatment of the dry winds. + </p> + <p> + Passing on our way hither, we had seen this road and this hotel and these + people in the glare of the electric lights, and from an orchestra that was + playing there we caught the trivial air of a popular refrain of the music + halls; but when in a dip of the ground all this had disappeared, what a + sense of deliverance possessed us, how far off this turmoil seemed! As + soon as we commenced to tread upon the sand of centuries, where all at + once our footsteps made no sound, nothing seemed to have existence, save + only the great calm and the religious awe of this world into which we were + come, of this world with its so crushing commentary upon our own, where + all seemed silent, undefined, gigantic and suffused with rose-colour. + </p> + <p> + And first there is the pyramid of Cheops, whose immutable base we had to + skirt on our way hither. In the moonlight we could see the separate + blocks, so enormous, so regular, so even in their layers, which lie one + above the other to infinity, getting ever smaller and smaller, and + mounting, mounting in diminishing perspective, until at last high up they + form the apex of this giddy triangle. And the pyramid seemed to be + illumined by some sad dawn of the end of the world, a dawn which made + ruddy only the sands and the granites of earth, and left the heavens, + pricked with their myriad stars, more awful in their darkness. How + impossible it is for us to conceive the mental attitude of that king who, + during some half-century, spent the lives of thousands and thousands of + his slaves in the construction of this tomb, in the fond and foolish hope + of prolonging to infinity the existence of his mummy. + </p> + <p> + The pyramid once passed there was still a short way to go before we + confronted the Sphinx, in the middle of what our contemporaries have left + him of his desert. We had to descend the slope of that sandhill which + looked like a cloud, and seemed as if covered with felt, in order to + preserve in such a place a more complete silence. And here and there we + passed a gaping black hole—an airhole, as it seemed, of the profound + and inextricable kingdom of mummies, very populous still, in spite of the + zeal of the exhumers. + </p> + <p> + As we descended the sandy pathway we were not slow to perceive the Sphinx + itself, half hill, half couchant beast, turning its back upon us in the + attitude of a gigantic dog, that thought to bay the moon; its head stood + out in dark silhouette, like a screen before the light it seemed to be + regarding, and the lappets of its headgear showed like downhanging ears. + And then gradually, as we walked on, we saw it in profile, shorn of its + nose—flat-nosed like a death's head—but having already an + expression even when seen afar off and from the side; already disdainful + with thrust-out chin and baffling, mysterious smile. And when at length we + arrived before the colossal visage, face to face with it—without + however encountering its gaze, which passed high above our heads—there + came over us at once the sentiment of all the secret thought which these + men of old contrived to incorporate and make eternal behind this mutilated + mask. + </p> + <p> + But in full daylight their great Sphinx is no more. It has ceased as it + were to exist. It is so scarred by time, and by the hands of iconoclasts; + so dilapidated, broken and diminished, that it is as inexpressive as the + crumbling mummies found in the sarcophagi, which no longer even ape + humanity. But after the manner of all phantoms it comes to life again at + night, beneath the enchantments of the moon. + </p> + <p> + For the men of its time whom did it represent? King Amenemhat? The Sun + God? Who can rightly tell? Of all hieroglyphic images it remains the one + least understood. The unfathomable thinkers of Egypt symbolised everything + for the benefit of the uninitiated under the form of awe-inspiring figures + of the gods; and it may be, perhaps, that, after having meditated so + deeply in the shadow of their temples, and sought so long the everlasting + wherefore of life and death, they wished simply to sum up in the smile of + these closed lips the vanity of the most profound of our human + speculations. . . . It is said that the Sphinx was once of striking + beauty, when harmonious contour and colouring animated the face, and it + was enthroned at its full height on a kind of esplanade paved with long + slabs of stone. But was it then more sovereign than it is to-night in its + last decrepitude? Almost buried beneath the sand of the Libyan desert, + which now quite hides its base, it rises at this hour like a phantom which + nothing solid sustains in the air. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + It has gone midnight. In little groups the tourists of the evening have + disappeared; to regain perhaps the neighbouring hotel, where the orchestra + doubtless has not ceased to rage; or may be, remounting their cars, to + join, in some club of Cairo, one of those bridge parties, in which the + really superior intellects of our time delight; some—the + stouthearted ones—departed talking loudly and with cigar in mouth; + others, however, daunted in spite of themselves, lowered their voices as + people instinctively do in church. And the Bedouin guides, who a moment + ago seemed to flutter about the giant monument like so many black moths—they + too have gone, made restless by the cold air, which erstwhile they had not + known. The show for to-night is over, and everywhere silence reigns. + </p> + <p> + The rosy tint fades on the Sphinx and the pyramids; all things in the + ghostly scene grow visibly paler; for the moon as it rises becomes more + silvery in the increasing chilliness of midnight. The winter mist, exhaled + from the artificially watered fields below, continues to rise, takes heart + and envelops the great mute face itself. And the latter persists in its + regard of the dead moon, preserving still the old disconcerting smile. It + becomes more and more difficult to believe that here before us is a real + colossus, so surely does it seem nothing other than a dilated reflection + of a thing which exists <i>elsewhere</i>, in some other world. And behind + in the distance are the three triangular mountains. Them, too, the fog + envelops, till they also cease to exist, and become pure visions of the + Apocalypse. + </p> + <p> + Now it is that little by little an intolerable sadness is expressed in + those large eyes with their empty sockets—for, at this moment, the + ultimate secret, that which the Sphinx seems to have known for so many + centuries, but to have withheld in melancholy irony, is this: that all + these dead men and women who sleep in the vast necropolis below have been + fooled, and the awakening signal has not sounded for a single one of them; + and that the creation of mankind—mankind that thinks and suffers—has + had no rational explanation, and that our poor aspirations are vain, but + so vain as to awaken pity. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0002" id="link2HCH0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II + </h2> + <h3> + THE PASSING OF CAIRO + </h3> + <p> + Ragged, threatening clouds, like those that bring the showers of our early + spring, hurry across a pale evening sky, whose mere aspect makes you cold. + A wintry wind, raw and bitter, blows without ceasing, and brings with it + every now and then some furtive spots of rain. + </p> + <p> + A carriage takes me towards what was once the residence of the great + Mehemet Ali: by a steep incline it ascends into the midst of rocks and + sand—and already, and almost in a moment, we seem to be in the + desert; though we have scarcely left behind the last houses of an Arab + quarter, where long-robed folk, who looked half frozen, were muffled up to + the eyes to-day. . . . Was there formerly such weather as this in this + country noted for its unchanging mildness? + </p> + <p> + This residence of the great sovereign of Egypt, the citadel and the mosque + which he had made for his last repose, are perched like eagles' nests on a + spur of the mountain chain of Arabia, the Mokattam, which stretches out + like a promontory towards the basin of the Nile, and brings quite close to + Cairo, so as almost to overhang it, a little of the desert solitude. And + so the eye can see from far off and from all sides the mosque of Mehemet + Ali, with the flattened domes of its cupolas, its pointed minarets, the + general aspect so entirely Turkish, perched high up, with a certain + unexpectedness, above the Arab town which it dominates. The prince who + sleeps there wished that it should resemble the mosques of his fatherland, + and it looks as if it had been transported bodily from Stamboul. + </p> + <p> + A short trot brings us up to the lower gate of the old fortress; and, by a + natural effect, as we ascend, all Cairo which is near there, seems to rise + with us: not yet indeed the endless multitude of its houses; but at first + only the thousands of its minarets, which in a few seconds point their + high towers into the mournful sky, and suggest at once that an immense + town is about to unfold itself under our eyes. + </p> + <p> + Continuing to ascend—past the double rampart, the double or triple + gates, which all these old fortresses possess, we penetrate at length into + a large fortified courtyard, the crenellated walls of which shut out our + further view. Soldiers are on guard there—and how unexpected are + such soldiers in this holy place of Egypt! The red uniforms and the white + faces of the north: Englishmen, billeted in the palace of Mehemet Ali! + </p> + <p> + The mosque first meets the eye, preceding the palace. And as we approach, + it is Stamboul indeed—for me dear old Stamboul—which is called + to mind; there is nothing, whether in the lines of its architecture or in + the details of its ornamentation, to suggest the art of the Arabs—a + purer art it may be than this and of which many excellent examples may be + seen in Cairo. No; it is a corner of Turkey into which we are suddenly + come. + </p> + <p> + Beyond a courtyard paved with marble, silent and enclosed, which serves as + a vast parvis, the sanctuary recalls those of Mehemet Fatih or the Chah + Zade: the same sanctified gloom, into which the stained glass of the + narrow windows casts a splendour as of precious stones; the same extreme + distance between the enormous pillars, leaving more clear space than in + our churches, and giving to the domes the appearance of being held up by + enchantment. + </p> + <p> + The walls are of a strange white marble streaked with yellow. The ground + is completely covered with carpets of a sombre red. In the vaults, very + elaborately wrought, nothing but blacks and gold: a background of black + bestrewn with golden roses, and bordered with arabesques like gold lace. + And from above hang thousands of gold chains supporting the vigil lamps + for the evening prayers. Here and there are people on their knees, little + groups in robe and turban, scattered fortuitously upon the red of the + carpets, and almost lost in the midst of the sumptuous solitude. + </p> + <p> + In an obscure corner lies Mehemet Ali, the prince adventurous and + chivalrous as some legendary hero, and withal one of the greatest + sovereigns of modern history. There he lies behind a grating of gold, of + complicated design, in that Turkish style, already decadent, but still so + beautiful, which was that of his epoch. + </p> + <p> + Through the golden bars may be seen in the shadow the catafalque of state, + in three tiers, covered with blue brocades, exquisitely faded, and + profusely embroidered with dull gold. Two long green palms freshly cut + from some date-tree in the neighbourhood are crossed before the door of + this sort of funeral enclosure. And it seems that around us is an + inviolable religious peace. . . . + </p> + <p> + But all at once there comes a noisy chattering in a Teutonic tongue—and + shouts and laughs! . . . How is it possible, so near to the great dead? . + . . And there enters a group of tourists, dressed more or less in the + approved “smart” style. A guide, with a droll countenance, recites to them + the beauties of the place, bellowing at the top of his voice like a + showman at a fair. And one of the travellers, stumbling in the sandals + which are too large for her small feet, laughs a prolonged, silly little + laugh like the clucking of a turkey. . . . + </p> + <p> + Is there then no keeper, no guardian of this holy mosque? And amongst the + faithful prostrate here in prayer, none who will rise and make indignant + protest? Who after this will speak to us of the fanaticism of the + Egyptians? . . . Too meek, rather, they seem to me everywhere. Take any + church you please in Europe where men go down on their knees in prayer, + and I should like to see what kind of a welcome would be accorded to a + party of Moslem tourists who—to suppose the impossible—behaved + so badly as these savages here. + </p> + <p> + Behind the mosque is an esplanade, and beyond that the palace. The palace, + as such, can scarcely be said to exist any longer, for it has been turned + into a barrack for the army of occupation. English soldiers, indeed, meet + us at every turn, smoking their pipes in the idleness of the evening. One + of them who does not smoke is trying to carve his name with a knife on one + of the layers of marble at the base of the sanctuary. + </p> + <p> + At the end of this esplanade there is a kind of balcony from which one may + see the whole of the town, and an unlimited extent of verdant plains and + yellow desert. It is a favourite view of the tourists of the agencies, and + we meet again our friends of the mosque, who have preceded us hither—the + gentlemen with the loud voices, the bellowing guide and the cackling lady. + Some soldiers are standing there too, smoking their pipes contemplatively. + But spite of all these people, in spite, too, of the wintry sky, the scene + which presents itself on arrival there is ravishing. + </p> + <p> + A very fairyland—but a fairyland quite different from that of + Stamboul. For whereas the latter is ranged like a great amphitheatre above + the Bosphorus and the Sea of Marmora, here the vast town is spread out + simply, in a plain surrounded by the solitude of the desert and dominated + by chaotic rocks. Thousands of minarets rise up on every side like ears of + corn in a field; far away in the distance one can see their innumerable + slender points—but instead of being simply, as at Stamboul, so many + white spires, they are here complicated by arabesques, by galleries, + clock-towers and little columns, and seem to have borrowed the reddish + colour of the desert. + </p> + <p> + The flat rocks tell of a region which formerly was without rain. The + innumerable palm-trees of the gardens, above this ocean of mosques and + houses, sway their plumes in the wind, bewildered as it were by these + clouds laden with cold showers. In the south and in the west, at the + extreme limits of the view, as if upon the misty horizon of the plains, + appear two gigantic triangles. They are Gizeh and Memphis—the + eternal pyramids. + </p> + <p> + At the north of the town there is a corner of the desert quite singular in + its character—of the colour of bistre and of mummy—where a + whole colony of high cupolas, scattered at random, still stand upright in + the midst of sand and desolate rocks. It is the proud cemetery of the + Mameluke Sultans, whose day was done in the Middle Ages. + </p> + <p> + But if one looks closely, what disorder, what a mass of ruins there are in + this town—still a little fairylike—beaten this evening by the + squalls of winter. The domes, the holy tombs, the minarets and terraces, + all are crumbling: the hand of death is upon them all. But down there, in + the far distance, near to that silver streak which meanders through the + plains, and which is the old Nile, the advent of new times is proclaimed + by the chimneys of factories, impudently high, that disfigure everything, + and spout forth into the twilight thick clouds of black smoke. + </p> + <p> + The night is falling as we descend from the esplanade to return to our + lodgings. + </p> + <p> + We have first to traverse the old town of Cairo, a maze of streets still + full of charm, wherein the thousand little lamps of the Arab shops already + shed their quiet light. Passing through streets which twist at their + caprice, beneath overhanging balconies covered with wooden trellis of + exquisite workmanship, we have to slacken speed in the midst of a dense + crowd of men and beasts. Close to us pass women, veiled in black, gently + mysterious as in the olden times, and men of unmoved gravity, in long + robes and white draperies; and little donkeys pompously bedecked in + collars of blue beads; and rows of leisurely camels, with their loads of + lucerne, which exhale the pleasant fragrance of the fields. And when in + the gathering gloom, which hides the signs of decay, there appear + suddenly, above the little houses, so lavishly ornamented with mushrabiyas + and arabesques, the tall aerial minarets, rising to a prodigious height + into the twilight sky, it is still the adorable East. + </p> + <p> + But nevertheless, what ruins, what filth, what rubbish! How present is the + sense of impending dissolution! And what is this: large pools of water in + the middle of the road! Granted that there is more rain here than + formerly, since the valley of the Nile has been artificially irrigated, it + still seems almost impossible that there should be all this black water, + into which our carriage sinks to the very axles; for it is a clear week + since any serious quantity of rain fell. It would seem that the new + masters of this land, albeit the cost of annual upkeep has risen in their + hands to the sum of fifteen million pounds, have given no thought to + drainage. But the good Arabs, patiently and without murmuring, gather up + their long robes, and with legs bare to the knee make their way through + this already pestilential water, which must be hatching for them fever and + death. + </p> + <p> + Further on, as the carriage proceeds on its course, the scene changes + little by little. The streets become vulgar: the houses of “The Arabian + Nights” give place to tasteless Levantine buildings; electric lamps begin + to pierce the darkness with their wan, fatiguing glare, and at a sharp + turning the new Cairo is before us. + </p> + <p> + What is this? Where are we fallen? Save that it is more vulgar, it might + be Nice, or the Riviera, or Interkalken, or any other of those towns of + carnival whither the bad taste of the whole world comes to disport itself + in the so-called fashionable seasons. But in these quarters, on the other + hand, which belong to the foreigners and to the Egyptians rallied to the + civilisation of the West, all is clean and dry, well cared for and well + kept. There are no ruts, no refuse. The fifteen million pounds have done + their work conscientiously. + </p> + <p> + Everywhere is the blinding glare of the electric light; monstrous hotels + parade the sham splendour of their painted facades; the whole length of + the streets is one long triumph of imitation, of mud walls plastered so as + to look like stone; a medley of all styles, rockwork, Roman, Gothic, New + Art, Pharaonic, and, above all, the pretentious and the absurd. + Innumerable public-houses overflow with bottles; every alcoholic drink, + all the poisons of the West, are here turned into Egypt with a + take-what-you-please. + </p> + <p> + And taverns, gambling dens and houses of ill-fame. And parading the + side-walks, numerous Levantine damsels, who seek by their finery to + imitate their fellows of the Paris boulevards, but who by mistake, as we + must suppose, have placed their orders with some costumier for performing + dogs. + </p> + <p> + This then is the Cairo of the future, this cosmopolitan fair! Good + heavens! When will the Egyptians recollect themselves, when will they + realise that their forebears have left to them an inalienable patrimony of + art, of architecture and exquisite refinement; and that, by their + negligence, one of those towns which used to be the most beautiful in the + world is falling into ruin and about to perish? + </p> + <p> + And nevertheless amongst the young Moslems and Copts now leaving the + schools there are so many of distinguished mind and superior intelligence! + When I see the things that are here, see them with the fresh eyes of a + stranger, landed but yesterday upon this soil, impregnated with the glory + of antiquity, I want to cry out to them, with a frankness that is brutal + perhaps, but with a profound sympathy: + </p> + <p> + “Bestir yourselves before it is too late. Defend yourselves against this + disintegrating invasion—not by force, be it understood, not by + inhospitality or ill-humour—but by disdaining this Occidental + rubbish, this last year's frippery by which you are inundated. Try to + preserve not only your traditions and your admirable Arab language, but + also the grace and mystery that used to characterise your town, the + refined luxury of your dwelling-houses. It is not a question now of a + poet's fancy; your national dignity is at stake. You are <i>Orientals</i>—I + pronounce respectfully that word, which implies a whole past of early + civilisation, of unmingled greatness—but in a few years, unless you + are on your guard, you will have become mere Levantine brokers, + exclusively preoccupied with the price of land and the rise in cotton.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0003" id="link2HCH0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III + </h2> + <h3> + THE MOSQUES OF CAIRO + </h3> + <p> + They are almost innumerable, more than 3000, and this great town, which + covers some twelve miles of plain, might well be called a city of mosques. + (I speak, of course, of the ancient Cairo, of the Cairo of the Arabs. The + new Cairo, the Cairo of sham elegance and of “Semiramis Hotels,” does not + deserve to be mentioned except with a smile.) + </p> + <p> + A city of mosques, then, as I was saying. They follow one another along + the streets, sometimes two, three, four in a row; leaning one against the + other, so that their confines become merged. On all sides their minarets + shoot up into the air, those minarets embellished with arabesques, carved + and complicated with the most changing fancy. They have their little + balconies, their rows of little columns; they are so fashioned that the + daylight shows through them. Some are far away in the distance; others + quite close, pointing straight into the sky above our heads. No matter + where one looks—as far as the eye can see—still there are + others; all of the same familiar colour, a brown turning into rose. The + most ancient of them, those of the old easy-tempered times, bristle with + shafts of wood, placed there as resting-places for the great free birds of + the air, and vultures and ravens may always be seen perched there, + contemplating the horizon of the sands, the line of the yellow solitudes. + </p> + <p> + Three thousand mosques! Their great straight walls, a little severe + perhaps, and scarcely pierced by their tiny ogive windows, rise above the + height of the neighbouring houses. These walls are of the same brown + colour as the minarets, except that they are painted with horizontal + stripes of an old red, which has been faded by the sun; and they are + crowned invariably with a series of trefoils, after the fashion of + battlements, but trefoils which in every case are different and + surprising. + </p> + <p> + Before the mosques, which are raised like altars, there is always a flight + of steps with a balustrade of white marble. From the door one gets a + glimpse of the calm interior in deep shadow. Once inside there are + corridors, astonishingly lofty, sonorous and enveloped in a kind of half + gloom; immediately on entering one experiences a sense of coolness and + pervading peace; they prepare you as it were, and you begin to be filled + with a spirit of devotion, and instinctively to speak low. In the narrow + street outside there was the clamorous uproar of an Oriental crowd, cries + of sellers, and the noise of humble old-world trading; men and beasts + jostled you; there seemed a scarcity of air beneath those so numerous + overhanging mushrabiyas. But here suddenly there is silence, broken only + by the vague murmur of prayers and the sweet songs of birds; there is + silence too, and the sense of open space, in the holy garden enclosed + within high walls; and again in the sanctuary, resplendent in its quiet + and restful magnificence. Few people as a rule frequent the mosques, + except of course at the hours of the five services of the day. In a few + chosen corners, particularly cool and shady, some greybeards isolate + themselves to read from morning till night the holy books and to ponder + the thought of approaching death: they may be seen there in their white + turbans, with their white beards and grave faces. And there may be, too, + some few poor homeless outcasts, who are come to seek the hospitality of + Allah, and sleep, careless of the morrow, stretched to their full length + on mats. + </p> + <p> + The peculiar charm of the gardens of the mosques, which are often very + extensive, is that they are so jealously enclosed within their high walls—crowned + always with stone trefoils—which completely shut out the hubbub of + the outer world. Palm-trees, which have grown there for some hundred years + perhaps, rise from the ground, either separately or in superb clusters, + and temper the light of the always hot sun on the rose-trees and the + flowering hibiscus. There is no noise in the gardens, any more than in the + cloisters, for people walk there in sandals and with measured tread. And + there are Edens, too, for the birds, who live and sing therein in complete + security, even during the services, attracted by the little troughs which + the imams fill for their benefit each morning with water from the Nile. + </p> + <p> + As for the mosque itself it is rarely closed on all sides as are those in + the countries of the more sombre Islam of the north. Here in Egypt—since + there is no real winter and scarcely ever any rain—one of the sides + of the mosque is left completely open to the garden; and the sanctuary is + separated from the verdure and the roses only by a simple colonnade. Thus + the faithful grouped beneath the palm-trees can pray there equally as well + as in the interior of the mosque, since they can see, between the arches, + the holy Mihrab.[*] + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + [*] The Mihrab is a kind of portico indicating the direction + of Mecca. It is placed at the end of each mosque, as the + altar is in our churches, and the faithful are supposed to + face it when they pray. +</pre> + <p> + Oh! this sanctuary seen from the silent garden, this sanctuary in which + the pale gold gleams on the old ceiling of cedarwood, and mosaics of + mother-of-pearl shine on the walls as if they were embroideries of silver + that had been hung there. + </p> + <p> + There is no faience as in the mosques of Turkey or of Iran. Here it is the + triumph of patient mosaic. Mother-of-pearl of all colours, all kinds of + marble and of porphyry, cut into myriads of little pieces, precise and + equal, and put together again to form the Arab designs, which, never + borrowing from the human form, nor indeed from the form of any animal, + recall rather those infinitely varied crystals that may be seen under the + microscope in a flake of snow. It is always the Mihrab which is decorated + with the most elaborate richness; generally little columns of lapis + lazuli, intensely blue, rise in relief from it, framing mosaics so + delicate that they look like brocades of fine lace. In the old ceilings of + cedarwood, where the singing birds of the neighbourhood have their nests, + the golds mingle with some most exquisite colourings, which time has taken + care to soften and to blend together. And here and there very fine and + long consoles of sculptured wood seem to fall, as it were, from the beams + and hang upon the walls like stalactites; and these consoles, too, in past + times, have been carefully coloured and gilded. As for the columns, always + dissimilar, some of amaranth-coloured marble, others of dark green, others + again of red porphyry, with capitals of every conceivable style, they are + come from far, from the night of the ages, from the religious struggles of + an earlier time and testify to the prodigious past which this valley of + the Nile, narrow as it is, and encompassed by the desert, has known. They + were formerly perhaps in the temples of the pagans, or have known the + strange faces of the gods of Egypt and of ancient Greece and Rome; they + have been in the churches of the early Christians, or have seen the + statues of tortured martyrs, and the images of the transfigured Christ, + crowned with the Byzantine aureole. They have been present at battles, at + the downfall of kingdoms, at hecatombs, at sacrileges; and now brought + together promiscuously in these mosques, they behold on the walls of the + sanctuary simply the thousand little designs, ideally pure, of that Islam + which wishes that men when they pray should conceive Allah as immaterial, + a Spirit without form and without feature. + </p> + <p> + Each one of these mosques has its sainted dead, whose name it bears, and + who sleeps by its side, in an adjoining mortuary kiosk; some priest + rendered admirable by his virtues, or perhaps a khedive of earlier times, + or a soldier, or a martyr. And the mausoleum, which communicates with the + sanctuary by means of a long passage, sometimes open, sometimes covered + with gratings, is surmounted always by a special kind of cupola, a very + high and curious cupola, which raises itself into the sky like some + gigantic dervish hat. Above the Arab town, and even in the sand of the + neighbouring desert, these funeral domes may be seen on every side + adjoining the old mosques to which they belong. And in the evening, when + the light is failing, they suggest the odd idea that it is the dead man + himself, immensely magnified, who stands there beneath a hat that is + become immense. One can pray, if one wishes, in this resting-place of the + dead saint as well as in the mosque. Here indeed it is always more + secluded and more in shadow. It is more simple, too, at least up to the + height of a man: on a platform of white marble, more or less worn and + yellowed by the touch of pious hands, nothing more than an austere + catafalque of similar marble, ornamented merely with a Cufic inscription. + But if you raise your eyes to look at the interior of the dome—the + inside, as it were, of the strange dervish hat—you will see shining + between the clusters of painted and gilded stalactites a number of windows + of exquisite colouring, little windows that seem to be constellations of + emeralds and rubies and sapphires. And the birds, you may be sure, have + their nests also in the house of the holy one. They are wont indeed to + soil the carpets and the mats on which the worshippers kneel, and their + nests are so many blots up there amid the gildings of the carved + cedarwood; but then their song, the symphony that issues from that aviary, + is so sweet to the living who pray and to the dead who dream. . . . + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + But yet, when all is said, these mosques seem somehow to be wanting. They + do not wholly satisfy you. The access to them perhaps is too easy, and one + feels too near to the modern quarters of the town, where the hotels are + full of visitors—so that at any moment, it seems, the spell may be + broken by the entry of a batch of Cook's tourists, armed with the + inevitable <i>Baedeker</i>. Alas! they are the mosques of Cairo, of poor + Cairo, that is invaded and profaned. The memory turns to those of Morocco, + so jealously guarded, to those of Persia, even to those of Old Stamboul, + where the shroud of Islam envelops you in silence and gently bows your + shoulders as soon as you cross their thresholds. + </p> + <p> + And yet what pains are being taken to-day to preserve these mosques, which + in olden times were such delightful retreats. Neglected for whole + centuries, never repaired, notwithstanding the veneration of their + heedless worshippers, the greater part of them were fallen into ruin; the + fine woodwork of their interiors had become worm-eaten, their cupolas were + cracked and their mosaics covered the floor as with a hail of + mother-of-pearl, of porphyry and marble. It seemed that to repair all this + was a task incapable of fulfilment; it was sheer folly, people said, to + conceive the idea of it. + </p> + <p> + Nevertheless, for nearly twenty years now an army of workers has been at + the task, sculptors, marble-cutters, mosaicists. Already certain of the + sanctuaries, the most venerable of them indeed, have been entirely + renovated. After having re-echoed for some years to the sounds of hammers + and chisels, during the course of these vast renovations, they are + restored now to peace and to prayer, and the birds have recommenced to + build their nests in them. + </p> + <p> + It will be the glory of the present reign that it has preserved, before it + was too late, all this magnificent legacy of Moslem art. When the city of + “The Arabian Nights,” which was formerly there, shall have entirely + disappeared, to give place to a vulgar <i>entrepot</i> of commerce and of + pleasure, to which the plutocracy of the whole world comes every winter to + disport itself, so much at least will remain to bear testimony to the + lofty and magnificent thought that inspired the earlier Arab life. These + mosques will continue to remain into the distant future, even when men + shall have ceased to pray in them, and the winged guests shall have + departed, for the want of those troughs of water from the Nile, filled for + them by the good imams, whose hospitality they repay by making heard in + the courts, beneath the arched roofs, beneath the ceilings of cedarwood, + the sweet, piping music of birds. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0004" id="link2HCH0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV + </h2> + <h3> + THE HALL OF THE MUMMIES + </h3> + <p> + There are two of us, and as we light our way by the aid of a lantern + through these vast halls we might be taken for a night watch on its round. + We have just shut behind us and doubly locked the door by which we + entered, and we know that we are alone, rigorously alone, although this + place is so vast, with its endless, communicating halls, its high + vestibules and great flights of stairs; mathematically alone, one might + say, for this palace that we are in is one quite out of the ordinary, and + all its outlets were closed and sealed at nightfall. Every night indeed + the doors are sealed, on account of the priceless relics that are + collected here. So we shall not meet with any living being in these halls + to-night, in spite of their vast extent and endless turnings, and in spite + too of all these mysterious things that are ranged on every side and fill + the place with shadows and hiding-places. + </p> + <p> + Our round takes us first along the ground floor over flagstones that + resound to our footsteps. It is about ten of the clock. Here and there + through some stray windows gleams a small patch of luminous blue sky, lit + by the stars which for the good folk outside lend transparency to the + night; but there, none the less, the place is filled with a solemn gloom, + and we lower our voices, remembering perhaps the dead that fill the glass + cases in the halls above. + </p> + <p> + And these things which line the walls on either side of us as we pass also + seem to be in the nature of receptacles for the dead. For the most part + they are sarcophagi of granite, proud and indestructible: some of them, in + the shape of gigantic boxes, are laid out in line on pedestals; others, in + the form of mummies, stand upright against the walls and display enormous + faces, surmounted by equally enormous head-dresses. Assembled there they + look like a lot of malformed giants, with oversized heads sunk curiously + in their shoulders. There are, besides, some that are merely statues, + colossal figures that have never held a corpse in their interiors; these + all wear a strange, scarcely perceptible smile; in their huge sphinxlike + headgear they reach nearly to the ceiling and their set stare passes high + above our heads. And there are others that are not larger than ourselves, + some even quite little, with the stature of gnomes. And, every now and + then, at some sudden turning, we encounter a pair of eyes of enamel, + wide-open eyes, that pierce straight into the depths of ours, that seem to + follow us as we pass and make us shiver as if by the contact of a thought + that comes from the abysm of the ages. + </p> + <p> + We pass on rapidly, however, and somewhat inattentively, for our business + here to-night is not with these simulacra on the ground floor, but with + the more redoubtable hosts above. Besides our lantern sheds so little + light in these great halls that all these people of granite and sandstone + and marble appear only at the precise moment of our passage, appear only + to disappear, and, spreading their fantastic shadows on the walls, mingle + the next moment with the great mute crowd, that grows ever more numerous + behind us. + </p> + <p> + Placed at intervals are apparatus for use in case of fire, coils of hose + and standpipes that shine with the warm glow of burnished copper, and I + ask my companion of the watch: “What is there that could burn here? Are + not these good people all of stone?” And he answers: “Not here indeed; but + consider how the things that are above would blaze.” Ah! yes. The “things + that are above”—which are indeed the object of my visit to-night. I + had no thought of fire catching hold in an assembly of mummies; of the old + withered flesh, the dead, dry hair, the venerable carcasses of kings and + queens, soaked as they are in natron and oils, crackling like so many + boxes of matches. It is chiefly on account of this danger indeed that the + seals are put upon the doors at nightfall, and that it needs a special + favour to be allowed to penetrate into this place at night with a lantern. + </p> + <p> + In the daytime this “Museum of Egyptian Antiquities” is as vulgar a thing + as you can conceive, filled though it is with priceless treasures. It is + the most pompous, the most outrageous of those buildings, of no style at + all, by which each year the New Cairo is enriched; open to all who care to + gaze at close quarters, in a light that is almost brutal, upon these + august dead, who fondly thought that they had hidden themselves for ever. + </p> + <p> + But at night! . . . Ah! at night when all the doors are closed, it is the + palace of nightmare and of fear. At night, so say the Arab guardians, who + would not enter it at the price of gold—no, not even after offering + up a prayer—at night, horrible “forms” escape, not only from the + embalmed bodies that sleep in the glass cases above, but also from the + great statues, from the papyri, and the thousand and one things that, at + the bottom of the tombs, have long been impregnated with human essence. + And these “forms” are like unto dead bodies, and sometimes to strange + beasts, even to beasts that crawl. And, after having wandered about the + halls, they end by assembling for their nocturnal conferences on the + roofs. + </p> + <p> + We next ascend a staircase of monumental proportions, empty in the whole + extent, where we are delivered for a little while from the obsession of + those rigid figures, from the stares and smiles of the good people in + white stone and black granite who throng the galleries and vestibules on + the ground floor. None of them, to be sure, will follow us; but all the + same they guard in force and perplex with their shadows the only way by + which we can retreat, if the formidable hosts above have in store for us + too sinister a welcome. + </p> + <p> + He to whose courtesy I owe the relaxation of the orders of the night is + the illustrious savant to whose care has been entrusted the direction of + the excavations in Egyptian soil; he is also the comptroller of this vast + museum, and it is he himself who has kindly consented to act as my guide + to-night through its mazy labyrinth. + </p> + <p> + Across the silent halls above we now proceed straight towards those of + whom I have demanded this nocturnal audience. + </p> + <p> + To-night the succession of these rooms, filled with glass cases, which + cover more than four hundred yards along the four sides of the building, + seems to be without end. After passing, in turn, the papyri, the enamels, + the vases that contain human entrails, we reach the mummies of the sacred + beasts: cats, ibises, dogs, hawks, all with their mummy cloths and + sarcophagi; and monkeys, too, that remain grotesque even in death. Then + commence the human masks, and, upright in glass-fronted cupboards, the + mummy cases in which the body, swathed in its mummy cloths, was moulded, + and which reproduced, more or less enlarged, the figure of the deceased. + Quite a lot of courtesans of the Greco-Roman epoch, moulded in paste in + this wise after death and crowned with roses, smile at us provokingly from + behind their windows. Masks of the colour of dead flesh alternate with + others of gold which gleam as the light of our lantern plays upon them + momentarily in our rapid passage. Their eyes are always too large, the + eyelids too wide open and the dilated pupils seem to stare at us with + alarm. Amongst these mummy cases and these coffin lids fashioned in the + shape of the human figure, there are some that seem to have been made for + giants; the head especially, beneath its cumbrous head-dress, the head + stuffed as it were between the hunchback shoulders, looks enormous, out of + all proportion to the body which, towards the feet, narrows like a + scabbard. + </p> + <p> + Although our little lantern maintains its light we seem to see here less + and less: the darkness around us in these vast rooms becomes almost + overpowering—and these are the rooms, too, that, leading one into + the other, facilitate the midnight promenade of those dread “forms” which, + every evening, are released and roam about. . . . + </p> + <p> + On a table in the middle of one of these rooms a thing to make you shudder + gleams in a glass box, a fragile thing that failed of life some two + thousand years ago. It is the mummy of a human embryo, and someone, to + appease the malice of this born-dead thing, had covered its face with a + coating of gold—for, according to the belief of the Egyptians, these + little abortions became the evil genii of their families if proper honour + was not paid to them. At the end of its negligible body, the gilded head, + with its great foetus eyes, is unforgettable for its suffering ugliness, + for its frustrated and ferocious expression. + </p> + <p> + In the halls into which we next penetrate there are veritable dead bodies + ranged on either side of us as we pass; their coffins are displayed in + tiers one above the other; the air is heavy with the sickly odour of + mummies; and on the ground, curled always like some huge serpent, the + leather hoses are in readiness, for here indeed is the danger spot for + fire. + </p> + <p> + And the master of this strange house whispers to me: “This is the place. + Look! There they are.” + </p> + <p> + In truth I recognise the place, having often come here in the daytime, + like other people. In spite of the darkness, which commences at some ten + paces from us—so small is the circle of light cast by our lantern—I + can distinguish the double row of the great royal coffins, open without + shame in their glass cases. And standing against the walls, upright, like + so many sentinels, are the coffin lids, fashioned in the shape of the + human figure. + </p> + <p> + We are there at last, admitted at this unseasonable hour into the + guest-chamber of kings and queens, for an audience that is private indeed. + </p> + <p> + And there, first of all, is the woman with the baby, upon whom, without + stopping, we throw the light of our lantern. A woman who died in giving to + the world a little dead prince. Since the old embalmers no one has seen + the face of this Queen Makeri. In her coffin there she is simply a tall + female figure, outlined beneath the close-bound swathings of + brown-coloured bandages. At her feet lies the fatal baby, grotesquely + shrivelled, and veiled and mysterious as the mother herself; a sort of + doll, it seems, put there to keep her eternal company in the slow passing + of endless years. + </p> + <p> + More fearsome to approach is the row of unswathed mummies that follow. + Here, in each coffin over which we bend, there is a face which stares at + us—or else closes its eyes in order that it may not see us; and + meagre shoulders and lean arms, and hands with overgrown nails that + protrude from miserable rags. And each royal mummy that our lantern lights + reserves for us a fresh surprise and the shudder of a different fear—they + resemble one another so little. Some of them seem to laugh, showing their + yellow teeth; others have an expression of infinite sadness and suffering. + Sometimes the faces are small, refined and still beautiful despite the + pinching of the nostrils; sometimes they are excessively enlarged by + putrid swelling, with the tip of the nose eaten away. The embalmers, we + know, were not sure of their means, and the mummies were not always a + success. In some cases putrefaction ensued, and corruption and even sudden + hatchings of larvae, those “companions without ears and without eyes,” + which died indeed in time but only after they had perforated all the + flesh. + </p> + <p> + Hard by are ranked according to dynasty, and in chronological order, the + proud Pharaohs in a piteous row: father, son, grandson, great-grandson. + And common paper tickets tell their tremendous names, Seti I., Ramses II., + Seti II., Ramses III., Ramses IV. . . . Soon the muster will be complete, + with such energy have men dug in the heart of the rocks to find them all; + and these glass cases will no doubt be their final resting-place. In olden + days, however, they made many pilgrimages after their death, for in the + troubled times of the history of Egypt it was one of the harassing + preoccupations of the reigning sovereign to hide, to hide at all costs, + the mummies of his ancestors, which filled the earth increasingly, and + which the violators of tombs were so swift to track. Then they were + carried clandestinely from one grave to another, raised each from his own + pompous sepulchre, to be buried at last together in some humble and less + conspicuous vault. But it is here, in this museum of Egyptian antiquities, + that they are about to accomplish their return to dust, which has been + deferred, as if by miracle, for so many centuries. Now, stripped of their + bandages, their days are numbered, and it behoves us to hasten to draw + these physiognomies of three or four thousand years ago, which are about + to perish. + </p> + <p> + In that coffin—the last but one of the row on the left—it is + the great Sesostris himself who awaits us. We know of old that face of + ninety years, with its nose hooked like the beak of a falcon; and the gaps + between those old man's teeth; the meagre, birdlike neck, and the hand + raised in a gesture of menace. Twenty years have elapsed since he was + brought back to the light, this master of the world. He was wrapped <i>thousands + of times</i> in a marvellous winding-sheet, woven of aloe fibres, finer + than the muslin of India, which must have taken years in the making and + measured more than 400 yards in length. The unswathing, done in the + presence of the Khedive Tewfik and the great personages of Egypt, lasted + two hours, and after the last turn, when the illustrious figure appeared, + the emotion amongst the assistants was such that they stampeded like a + herd of cattle, and the Pharaoh was overturned. He has, moreover, given + much cause for conversation, this great Sesostris, since his installation + in the museum. Suddenly one day with a brusque gesture, in the presence of + the attendants, who fled howling with fear, he raised that hand which is + still in the air, and which he has not deigned since to lower.[*] And + subsequently there supervened, beginning in the old yellowish-white hair, + and then swarming over the whole body, a hatching of cadaveric fauna, + which necessitated a complete bath in mercury. He also has his paper + ticket, pasted on the end of his box, and one may read there, written in a + careless hand, that name which once caused the whole world to tremble—“Ramses + II. (Sesostris)”! It need not be said that he has greatly fallen away and + blackened even in the fifteen yeas that I have known him. He is a phantom + that is about to disappear; in spite of all the care lavished upon him, a + poor phantom about to fall to pieces, to sink into nothingness. We move + our lantern about his hooked nose, the better to decipher, in the play of + shadow, his expression, that still remains authoritative. . . . To think + that once the destinies of the world were ruled, without appeal, by the + nod of this head, which looks now somewhat narrow, under the dry skin and + the horrible whitish hair. What force of will, of passion and colossal + pride must once have dwelt therein! Not to mention the anxiety, which to + us now is scarcely conceivable, but which in his time overmastered all + others—the anxiety, that is to say, of assuring the magnificence and + inviolability of sepulture! . . . And this horrible scarecrow, toothless + and senile, lying here in its filthy rags, with the hand raised in an + impotent menace, was once the brilliant Sesostris, the master of kings, + and by virtue of his strength and beauty the demigod also, whose muscular + limbs and deep athletic chest many colossal statues at Memphis, at Thebes, + at Luxor, reproduce and try to make eternal. . . . + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + [*] This movement is explained by the action of the sun, + which, falling on the unclothed arm, is supposed to have + expanded the bone of the elbow. +</pre> + <p> + In the next coffin lies his father, Seti I., who reigned for a much + shorter period, and died much younger than he. This youthfulness is + apparent still in the features of the mummy, which are impressed besides + with a persistent beauty. Indeed this good King Seti looks the picture of + calm and serene reverie. There is nothing shocking in his dead face, with + its long closed eyes, its delicate lips, its noble chin and unblemished + profile. It is soothing and pleasant even to see him sleeping there with + his hands crossed upon his breast. And it seems strange, that he, who + looks so young, should have for son the old man, almost a centenarian, who + lies beside him. + </p> + <p> + In our passage we have gazed on many other royal mummies, some tranquil + and some grimacing. But, to finish, there is one of them (the third coffin + there, in the row in front of us), a certain Queen Nsitanebashru, whom I + approach with fear, albeit it is mainly on her account that I have + ventured to make this fantastical round. Even in the daytime she attains + to the maximum of horror that a spectral figure can evoke. What will she + be like to-night in the uncertain light of our little lantern? + </p> + <p> + There she is indeed, the dishevelled vampire in her place right enough, + stretched at full length, but looking always as if she were about to leap + up; and straightway I meet the sidelong glance of her enamelled pupils, + shining out of half-closed eyelids, with lashes that are still almost + perfect. Oh! the terrifying person! Not that she is ugly, on the contrary + we can see that she was rather pretty and was mummied young. What + distinguishes her from the others is her air of thwarted anger, of fury, + as it were, at being dead. The embalmers have coloured her very + religiously, but the pink, under the action of the salts of the skin, has + become decomposed here and there and given place to a number of green + spots. Her naked shoulders, the height of the arms above the rags which + were once her splendid shroud, have still a certain sleek roundness, but + they, too, are stained with greenish and black splotches, such as may be + seen on the skins of snakes. Assuredly no corpse, either here or + elsewhere, has ever preserved such an expression of intense life, of + ironical, implacable ferocity. Her mouth is twisted in a little smile of + defiance; her nostrils pinched like those of a ghoul on the scent of + blood, and her eyes seem to say to each one who approaches: “Yes, I am + laid in my coffin; but you will very soon see I can get out of it.” There + is something confusing in the thought that the menace of this terrible + expression, and this appearance of ill-restrained ferocity had endured for + some hundreds of years before the commencement of our era, and endured to + no purpose in the secret darkness of a closed coffin at the bottom of some + doorless vault. + </p> + <p> + Now that we are about to retire, what will happen here, with the + complicity of silence, in the darkest hours of the night? Will they remain + inert and rigid, all these embalmed bodies, once left to themselves, who + pretended to be so quiet because we were there? What exchanges of old + human fluid will recommence, as who can doubt they do each night between + one coffin and another. Formerly these kings and queens, in their anxiety + as to the future of their mummy, had foreseen violation, pillage and + scattering amongst the sands of the desert, but never this: that they + would be reunited one day, almost all unveiled, so near to one another + under panes of glass. Those who governed Egypt in the lost centuries and + were never known except by history, by the papyri inscribed with + hieroglyphics, brought thus together, how many things will they have to + say to one another, how many ardent questions to ask about their loves, + about their crimes! As soon as we shall have departed, nay, as soon as our + lantern, at the end of the long galleries, shall seem no more than a + foolish, vanishing spot of fire, will not the “forms” of whom the + attendants are so afraid, will they not start their nightly rumblings and + in their hollow mummy voices, whisper, with difficulty, words? . . . + </p> + <p> + Heavens! How dark it is! Yet our lantern has not gone out. But it seems to + grow darker and darker. And at night, when all is shut up, how one smells + the odour of the oils in which the shrouds are saturated, and, more + intolerable still, the sickly stealthy stench, almost, of all these dead + bodies! . . . + </p> + <p> + As I traverse the obscurity of these endless halls, a vague instinct of + self-preservation induces me to turn back again, and look behind. And it + seems to me that already the woman with the baby is slowly raising + herself, with a thousand precautions and stratagems, her head still + completely covered. While farther down, that dishevelled hair. . . . Oh! I + can see her well, sitting up with a sudden jerk, the ghoul with the enamel + eyes, the lady Nsitanebashru! + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0005" id="link2HCH0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V + </h2> + <h3> + A CENTRE OF ISLAM + </h3> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “To learn is the duty of every Moslem.” + —Verse from the Hadith or Words of the Prophet. +</pre> + <p> + In a narrow street, hidden in the midst of the most ancient Arab quarters + of Cairo, in the very heat of a close labyrinth mysteriously shady, an + exquisite doorway opens into a wide space bathed in sunshine; a doorway + formed of two elaborate arches, and surmounted by a high frontal on which + intertwined arabesques form wonderful rosework, and holy writings are + enscrolled with the most ingenious complications. + </p> + <p> + It is the entrance to El-Azhar, a venerable place in Islam, whence have + issued for nearly a thousand years the generations of priests and doctors + charged with the propagation of the word of the Prophet amongst the + nations, from the Mohreb to the Arabian Sea, passing through the great + deserts. About the end of our tenth century the glorious Fatimee Caliphs + built this immense assemblage of arches and columns, which became the seat + of the most renowned Moslem university in the world. And since then + successive sovereigns of Egypt have vied with one another in perfecting + and enlarging it, adding new halls, new galleries, new minarets, till they + have made of El-Azhar almost a town within a town. + </p> + <hr /> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “He who seeks instruction is more loved of God than he who fights + in a holy war.” + —A verse from the Hadith. +</pre> + <p> + Eleven o'clock on a day of burning sunshine and dazzling light. El-Azhar + still vibrates with the murmur of many voices, although the lessons of the + morning are nearly finished. + </p> + <p> + Once past the threshold of the double ornamented door we enter the + courtyard, at this moment empty as the desert and dazzling with sunshine. + Beyond, quite open, the mosque spreads out its endless arcades, which are + continued and repeated till they are lost in the gloom of the far + interior, and in this dim place, with its perplexing depths, innumerable + people in turbans, sitting in a close crowd, are singing, or rather + chanting, in a low voice, and marking time as it were to their declamation + by a slight rhythmic swaying from the hips. They are the ten thousand + students come from all parts of the world to absorb the changeless + doctrine of El-Azhar. + </p> + <p> + At the first view it is difficult to distinguish them, for they are far + down in the shadow, and out here we are almost blinded by the sun. In + little attentive groups of from ten to twenty, seated on mats around a + grave professor, they docilely repeat their lessons, which in the course + of centuries have grown old without changing like Islam itself. And we + wonder how those in the circles down there, in the aisles at the bottom + where the daylight scarcely penetrates, can see to read the old difficult + writings in the pages of their books. + </p> + <p> + In any case, let us not trouble them—as so many tourists nowadays do + not hesitate to do; we will enter a little later, when the studies of the + morning are over. + </p> + <p> + This court, upon which the sun of the forenoon now pours its white fire, + is an enclosure severely and magnificently Arab; it has isolated us + suddenly from time and things; it must lend to the Moslem prayer what + formerly our Gothic churches lent to the Christian. It is vast as a + tournament list; confined on one side by the mosque itself, and on the + others by a high wall which effectively separates it from the outer world. + The walls are of a reddish hue, burnt by centuries of sun into the colour + of raw sienna or of bloodstone. At the bottom they are straight, simple, a + little forbidding in their austerity, but their summits are elaborately + ornamented and crowned with battlements, which show in profile against the + sky a long series of denticulated stonework. And over this sort of reddish + fretwork of the top, which seems as if it were there as a frame to the + deep blue vault above us, we see rising up distractedly all the minarets + of the neighbourhood; and these minarets are red-coloured too, redder even + than the jealous walls, and are decorated with arabesques, pierced by the + daylight and complicated with aerial galleries. Some of them are a little + distance away; others, startlingly close, seem to scale the zenith; and + all are ravishing and strange, with their shining crescents and + outstretched shafts of wood that call to the great birds of space. Spite + of ourselves we raise our heads, fascinated by all the beauty that is in + the air; but there is only this square of marvellous sky, a sort of limpid + sapphire, set in the battlements of El-Azhar and fringed by those + audacious slender towers. We are in the religious East of olden days and + we feel how the mystery of this magnificent court—whose + architectural ornament consists merely in geometrical designs repeated to + infinity, and does not commence till quite high up on the battlements, + where the minarets point into the eternal blue—must cast its spell + upon the imagination of the young priests who are being trained here. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + “He who instructs the ignorant is like a living man amongst the dead.” + </p> + <p> + “If a day passes without my having learnt something which brings me nearer + to God, let not the dawn of that day be blessed.” + </p> + <p> + Verses from the Hadith. + </p> + <p> + He who has brought me to this place to-day is my friend, Mustapha Kamel + Pacha, the tribune of Egypt, and I owe to his presence the fact that I am + not treated like a casual visitor. Our names are taken at once to the + great master of El-Azhar, a high personage in Islam, whose pupil Mustapha + formerly was, and who no doubt will receive us in person. + </p> + <p> + It is in a hall very Arab in its character, furnished only with divans, + that the great master welcomes us, with the simplicity of an ascetic and + the elegant manners of a prelate. His look, and indeed his whole face, + tell how onerous is the sacred office which he exercises: to preside, + namely, at the instruction of these thousands of young priests, who + afterwards are to carry faith and peace and immobility to more than three + hundred millions of men. + </p> + <p> + And in a few moments Mustapha and he are busy discussing—as if it + were a matter of actual interest—a controversial question concerning + the events which followed the death of the Prophet, and the part played by + Ali. . . . In that moment how my good friend Mustapha, whom I had seen so + French in France, appeared all at once a Moslem to the bottom of his soul! + The same thing is true indeed of the greater number of these Orientals, + who, if we meet them in our own country, seem to be quite parisianised; + their modernity is only on the surface: in their inmost souls Islam + remains intact. And it is not difficult to understand, perhaps, how the + spectacle of our troubles, our despairs, our miseries, in these new ways + in which our lot is cast, should make them reflect and turn again to the + tranquil dream of their ancestors. . . . + </p> + <p> + While waiting for the conclusion of the morning studies, we are conducted + through some of the dependencies of El-Azhar. Halls of every epoch, added + one to another, go to form a little labyrinth; many contain <i>Mihrabs</i>, + which, as we know already, are a kind of portico, festooned and + denticulated till they look as if covered with rime. And library after + library, with ceilings of cedarwood, carved in times when men had more + leisure and more patience. Thousands of precious manuscripts, dating back + some hundreds of years, but which here in El-Azhar are no whit out of + date. Open, in glass cases, are numerous inestimable Korans, which in + olden times had been written fair and illuminated on parchment by pious + khedives. And, in a place of honour, a large astronomical glass, through + which men watch the rising of the moon of Ramadan. . . . All this savours + of the past. And what is being taught to-day to the ten thousand students + of El-Azhar scarcely differs from what was taught to their predecessors in + the glorious reign of the Fatimites—and which was then transcendent + and even new: the Koran and all its commentaries; the subtleties of syntax + and of pronunciation; jurisprudence; calligraphy, which still is dear to + the heart of Orientals; versification; and, last of all, mathematics, of + which the Arabs were the inventors. + </p> + <p> + Yes, all this savours of the past, of the dust of remote ages. And though, + assuredly, the priests trained in this thousand-year-old university may + grow to men of rarest soul, they will remain, these calm and noble + dreamers, merely laggards, safe in their shelter from the whirlwind which + carries us along. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + “It is a sacrilege to prohibit knowledge. To seek knowledge is to perform + an act of adoration towards God; to instruct is to do an act of charity.” + </p> + <p> + “Knowledge is the life of Islam, the column of faith.” + </p> + <p> + Verses from the Hadith. + </p> + <p> + The lesson of the morning is now finished and we are able, without + disturbing anybody, to visit the mosque. + </p> + <p> + When we return to the great courtyard, with its battlemented walls, it is + the hour of recreation for this crowd of young men in robes and turbans, + who now emerge from the shadow of the sanctuary. + </p> + <p> + Since the early morning they have remained seated on their mats, immersed + in study and prayer, amid the confused buzzing of their thousands of + voices; and now they scatter themselves about the contiguous Arab quarters + until such time as the evening lessons commence. They walk along in little + groups, sometimes holding one another's hands like children; most of them + carry their heads high and raise their eyes to the heavens, although the + sun which greets them outside dazzles them a little with its rays. They + seem innumerable, and as they pass show us faces of the most diverse + types. They come from all quarters of the world; some from Baghdad, others + from Bassorah, from Mossul and even from the interior of Hedjaz. Those + from the north have eyes that are bright and clear; and amongst those from + Moghreb, from Morocco and the Sahara, are many whose skins are almost + black. But the expression of all the faces is alike: something of ecstasy + and of aloofness marks them all; the same detachment, a preoccupation with + the self-same dream. And in the sky, to which they raise their eyes, the + heavens—framed always by the battlements of El-Azhar—are + almost white from the excess of light, with a border of tall, red + minarets, which seem to be aglow with the refection of some great fire. + And, watching them pass, all these young priests or jurists, at once so + different and so alike, we understand better than before how Islam, the + old, old Islam, keeps still its cohesion and its power. + </p> + <p> + The mosque in which they pursue their studies is now almost empty. In its + restful twilight there is silence, and the unexpected music of little + birds; it is the brooding season and the ceilings of carved wood are full + of nests, which nobody disturbs. + </p> + <p> + A world, this mosque, in which thousands of people could easily find room. + Some hundred and fifty marble columns, brought from ancient temples, + support the arches of the seven parallel aisles. There is no light save + that which comes through the arcade opening into the courtyard, and it is + so dark in the aisles at the far end that we wonder again how the faithful + can see to read when the sun of Egypt happens to be veiled. + </p> + <p> + Some score of students, who seem almost lost in the vast solitude, still + remain during the hour of rest, and are busy sweeping the floor with long + palms made into a kind of broom. These are the poor students, whose only + meal is of dry bread, and who at night stretch themselves to sleep on the + same mat on which they have sat studying during the day. + </p> + <p> + The residence at the university is free to all the scholars, the cost of + their education and maintenance being provided by pious donations. But, + inasmuch as the bequests are restricted according to nationality, there is + necessarily inequality in the treatment doled out to the different + students: thus the young men of a given country may be almost rich, + possessing a room and a good bed; while those of a neighbouring country + must sleep on the ground and have barely enough to keep body and soul + together. But none of them complain, and they know how to help one + another.[*] + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + [*] The duration of the studies at El-Azhar varies from + three to six years. +</pre> + <p> + Near to us, one of these needy students is eating, without any false + shame, his midday meal of dry bread; and he welcomes with a smile the + sparrows and the other little winged thieves who come to dispute with him + the crumbs of his repast. And farther down, in the dimly lighted vaults at + the end, is one who disdains to eat, or who, maybe, has no bread; who, + when his sweeping is done, reseats himself on his mat, and, opening his + Koran, commences to read aloud with the customary intonation. His voice, + rich and facile, and moderated with discretion, has a charm that is + irresistible in the sonorous old mosque, where at this hour the only other + sound is the scarcely perceptible twittering of the little broods above, + among the dull gold beams of the ceiling. Those who have been familiar + with the sanctuaries of Islam know, as well as I, that there is no book so + exquisitely rhythmical as that of the Prophet. Even if the sense of the + verses escape you, the chanted reading, which forms part of certain of the + offices, acts upon you by the simple magic of its sounds, in the same way + as the oratorios which draw tears in the churches of Christ. Rising and + falling like some sad lullaby, the declamation of this young priest, with + his face of visionary, and garb of decent poverty, swells involuntarily, + till gradually it seems to fill the seven deserted aisles of El-Azhar. + </p> + <p> + We stop in spite of ourselves, and listen, in the midst of the silence of + midday. And in this so venerable place, where dilapidation and the usury + of centuries are revealed on every side—even on the marble columns + worn by the constant friction of hands—this voice of gold that rises + alone seems as if it were intoning the last lament over the death-pang of + Old Islam and the end of time, the elegy, as it were, of the universal + death of faith in the heart of man. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + “Science is one religion; prayer is another. Study is better than worship. + Go; seek knowledge everywhere, if needs be, even into China.” + </p> + <p> + Verses from the Hadith. + </p> + <p> + Amongst us Europeans it is commonly accepted as a proven fact that Islam + is merely a religion of obscurantism, bringing in its train the stagnation + of nations, and hampering them in that march to the unknown which we call + “progress.” But such an attitude shows not only an absolute ignorance of + the teaching of the Prophet, but a blind forgetfulness of the evidence of + history. The Islam of the earlier centuries evolved and progressed with + the nations, and the stimulus it gave to men in the reign of the ancient + caliphs is beyond all question. To impute to it the present decadence of + the Moslem world is altogether too puerile. The truth is that nations have + their day; and to a period of glorious splendour succeeds a time of + lassitude and slumber. It is a law of nature. And then one day some danger + threatens them, stirs them from their torpor and they awake. + </p> + <p> + This immobility of the countries of the Crescent was once dear to me. If + the end is to pass through life with the minimum of suffering, disdaining + all vain striving, and to die entranced by radiant hopes, the Orientals + are the only wise men. But now that greedy nations beset them on all sides + their dreaming is no longer possible. They must awake, alas. + </p> + <p> + They must awake; and already the awakening is at hand. Here, in Egypt, + where the need is felt to change so many things, it is proposed, too, to + reform the old university of El-Azhar, one of the chief centres of Islam. + One thinks of it with a kind of fear, knowing what danger there is in + laying hands upon institutions which have lasted for a thousand years. + Reform, however, has, in principle, been decided upon. New knowledge, + brought from the West, is penetrating into the tabernacle of the + Fatimites. Has not the Prophet said: “Go; seek knowledge far and wide, if + needs be even into China”? What will come of it? Who can tell? But this, + at least, is certain: that in the dazzling hours of noon, or in the golden + hours of evening, when the crowd of these modernised students spreads + itself over the vast courtyard, overlooked by its countless minarets, + there will no longer be seen in their eyes the mystic light of to-day; and + it will no longer be the old unshakable faith, nor the lofty and serene + indifference, nor the profound peace, that these messengers will carry to + the ends of the Mussulman earth. . . . + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0006" id="link2HCH0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI + </h2> + <h3> + IN THE TOMBS OF THE APIS + </h3> + <p> + The dwelling-places of the Apis, in the grim darkness beneath the Memphite + desert, are, as all the world knows, monster coffins of black granite + ranged in catacombs, hot and stifling as eternal stoves. + </p> + <p> + To reach them from the banks of the Nile we have first to traverse the low + region which the inundations of the ancient river, regularly repeated + since the beginning of time, have rendered propitious to the growth of + plants and to the development of men; an hour or two's journey, this + evening through forests of date-trees whose beautiful palms temper the + light of the March sun, which is now half veiled in clouds and already + declining. In the distance herds are grazing in the cool shade. And we + meet fellahs leading back from the field towards the village on the + river-bank their little donkeys, laden with sheaves of corn. The air is + mild and wholesome under the high tufts of these endless green plumes, + which move in the warm wind almost without noise. We seem to be in some + happy land, where the pastoral life should be easy, and even a little + paradisiacal. + </p> + <p> + But beyond, in front of us, quite a different world is gradually revealed. + Its aspect assumes the importance of a menace from the unknown; it awes us + like an apparition of chaos, of universal death. . . . It is the desert, + the conquering desert, in the midst of which inhabited Egypt, the green + valleys of the Nile, trace merely a narrow ribbon. And here, more than + elsewhere, the sight of this sovereign desert rising up before us is + startling and thrilling, so high up it seems, and we so low in the + Edenlike valley shaded by the palms. With its yellow hues, its livid + marblings, and its sands which make it look somehow as if it lacked + consistency, it rises on the whole horizon like a kind of soft wall or a + great fearsome cloud—or rather, like a long cataclysmic wave, which + does not move indeed, but which, if it did, would overwhelm and swallow + everything. It is the <i>Memphite desert</i>—a place, that is to + say, such as does not exist elsewhere on earth; a fabulous necropolis, in + which men of earlier times, heaped up for some three thousand years the + embalmed bodies of their dead, exaggerating, as time went on, the foolish + grandeur of their tombs. Now, above the sand which looks like the front of + some great tidal wave arrested in its progress, we see on all sides, and + far into the distance, triangles of superhuman proportions which were once + the tombs of mummies; pyramids, still upright, all of them, on their + sinister pedestal of sand. Some are comparatively near; others almost lost + in the background of the solitudes—and perhaps more awesome in that + they are merely outlined in grey, high up among the clouds. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + The little carriages that have brought us to the necropolis of Memphis, + through the interminable forest of palm-trees, had their wheels fitted + with large pattens for their journey over the sand. + </p> + <p> + Now, arrived at the foot of the fearsome region, we commence to climb a + hill where all at once the trot of our horses ceases to be heard; the + moving felting of the soil establishes a sudden silence around us, as + indeed is always the case when we reach these sands. It seems as if it + were a silence of respect which the desert itself imposes. + </p> + <p> + The valley of life sinks and fades behind us, until at last it disappears, + hidden by a line of sandhills—the first wave, as one might say, of + this waterless sea—and we are now mounted into the kingdom of the + dead, swept at this moment by a withering and almost icy wind, which from + below one would not have expected. + </p> + <p> + This desert of Memphis has not yet been profaned by hotels or motor roads, + such as we have seen in the “little desert” of the Sphinx—whose + three pyramids indeed we can discern at the extreme limit of the view, + prolonging almost to infinity for our eyes this domain of mummies. There + is nobody to be seen, nor any indication of the present day, amongst these + mournful undulations of yellow or pale grey sand, in which we seem lost as + in the swell of an ocean. The sky is cloudy—such as you can scarcely + imagine the sky of Egypt. And in this immense nothingness of sand and + stones, which stands out now more clearly against the clouds on the + horizon, there is nothing anywhere save the silhouettes of those eternal + triangles; the pyramids, gigantic things which rise here and there at + hazard, some half in ruin, others almost intact and preserving still their + sharp point. To-day they are the only landmarks of this necropolis, which + is nearly six miles in length, and was formerly covered by temples of a + magnificence and a vastness unimaginable to the minds of our day. Except + for one which is quite near us (the fantastic grandfather of the others, + that of King Zoser, who died nearly 5000 years ago), except for this one, + which is made of six colossal superposed terraces, they are all built + after that same conception of the <i>Triangle</i>, which is at once the + most mysteriously simple figure of geometry, and the strongest and most + permanently stable form of architecture. And now that there remains no + trace of the frescoed portraits which used to adorn them, nor of their + multicoloured coatings, now that they have taken on the same dead colour + as the desert, they look like the huge bones of giant fossils, that have + long outlasted their other contemporaries on earth. Beneath the ground, + however, the case is different; there, still remain the bodies of men, and + even of cats and birds, who with their own eyes saw these vast structures + building, and who sleep intact, swathed in bandages, in the darkness of + their tunnels. <i>We know</i>, for we have penetrated there before, what + things are hidden in the womb of this old desert, on which the yellow + shroud of the sand grows thicker and thicker as the centuries pass. The + whole deep rock had been perforated patiently to make hypogea and + sepulchral chambers, great and small, and veritable palaces for the dead, + adorned with innumerable painted figures. And though now, for some two + thousand years, men have set themselves furiously to exhume the sarcophagi + and the treasures that are buried here, the subterranean reserves are not + yet exhausted. There still remain, no doubt, pleiads of undisturbed + sleepers, who will never be discovered. + </p> + <p> + As we advance the wind grows stronger and colder beneath a sky that + becomes increasingly cloudy, and the sand is flying on all sides. The sand + is the undisputed sovereign of the necropolis; if it does not surge and + roll like some enormous tidal wave, as it appears to do when seen from the + green valley below, it nevertheless covers everything with an obstinate + persistence which has continued since the beginning of time. Already at + Memphis it has buried innumerable statues and colossi and temples of the + Sphinx. It comes without a pause, from Libya, from the great Sahara, which + contain enough to powder the universe. It harmonises well with the tall + skeletons of the pyramids, which form immutable rocks on its always + shifting extent; and if one thinks of it, it gives a more thrilling sense + of anterior eternities even than all these Egyptian ruins, which, in + comparison with it, are things of yesterday. The sand—the sand of + the primitive seas—which represents a labour of erosion of a + duration impossible to conceive, and bears witness to a continuity of + destruction which, one might say, had no beginning. + </p> + <p> + Here, in the midst of these solitudes, is a humble habitation, old and + half buried in sand, at which we have to stop. It was once the house of + the Egyptologist Mariette, and still shelters the director of the + excavations, from whom we have to obtain permission to descend amongst the + Apis. The whitewashed room in which he receives us is encumbered with the + age-old debris which he is continually bringing to light. The parting rays + of the sun, which shines low down from between two clouds, enter through a + window opening on to the surrounding desolation; and the light comes + mournfully, yellowed by the sand and the evening. + </p> + <p> + The master of the house, while his Bedouin servants are gone to open and + light up for us the underground habitations of the Apis, shows us his + latest astonishing find, made this morning in a hypogeum of one of the + most ancient dynasties. It is there on a table, a group of little people + of wood, of the size of the marionettes of our theatres. And since it was + the custom to put in a tomb only those figures or objects which were most + pleasing to him who dwelt in it, the man-mummy to whom this toy was + offered in times anterior to all precise chronology must have been + extremely partial to dancing-girls. In the middle of the group the man + himself is represented, sitting in an armchair, and on his knee he holds + his favourite dancing-girl. Other girls posture before him in a dance of + the period; and on the ground sit musicians touching tambourines and + strangely fashioned harps. All wear their hair in a long plait, which + falls below their shoulders like the pigtail of the Chinese. It was the + distinguishing mark of these kinds of courtesans. And these little people + had kept their pose in the darkness for some three thousand years before + the commencement of the Christian era. . . . In order to show it to us + better the group is brought to the window, and the mournful light which + enters from across the infinite solitudes of the desert colours them + yellow and shows us in detail their little doll-like attitudes and their + comical and frightened appearance—frightened perhaps to find + themselves so old and issuing from so deep a night. They had not seen a + setting of the sun, such as they now regard with their queer eyes, too + long and too wide oepn, they had not seen such a thing for some five + thousand years. . . . + </p> + <p> + The habitation of the Apis, the lords of the necropolis, is little more + than two hundred yards away. We are told that the place is now lighted up + and that we may betake ourselves thither. + </p> + <p> + The descent is by a narrow, rapidly sloping passage, dug in the soil, + between banks of sand and broken stones. We are now completely sheltered + from the bitter wind which blows across the desert, and from the dark + doorway that opens before us comes a breath of air as from an oven. It is + always dry and hot in the underground funeral places of Egypt, which make + indeed admirable stoves for mummies. The threshold once crossed we are + plunged first of all in darkness and, preceded by a lantern, make our way, + by devious turnings, over large flagstones, passing obelisks, fallen + blocks of stone and other gigantic debris, in a heat that continually + increases. + </p> + <p> + At last the principal artery of the hypogeum appears, a thoroughfare more + than five hundred yards long, cut in the rock, where the Bedouins have + prepared for us the customary feeble light. + </p> + <p> + It is a place of fearful aspect. As soon as one enters one is seized by + the sense of a mournfulness beyond words, by an oppression as of something + too heavy, too crushing, almost superhuman. The impotent little flames of + the candles, placed in a row, in groups of fifty, on tripods of wood from + one end of the route to the other, show on the right and left of the + immense avenue rectangular sepulchral caverns, containing each a black + coffin, but a coffin as if for a mastodon. And all these coffins, so + sombre and so alike, are square shaped too, severely simple like so many + boxes; but made out of a single block of rare granite that gleams like + marble. They are entirely without ornament. It is necessary to look + closely to distinguish on the smooth walls the hieroglyphic inscriptions, + the rows of little figures, little owls, little jackals, that tell in a + lost language the history of ancient peoples. Here is the signature of + King Amasis; beyond, that of King Cambyses. . . . Who were the Titans who, + century after century, were able to hew these coffins (they are at least + twelve feet long by ten feet high), and, having hewn them, to carry them + underground (they weigh on an average between sixty and seventy tons), and + finally to range them in rows here in these strange chambers, where they + stand as if in ambuscade on either side of us as we pass? Each in its turn + has contained quite comfortably the mummy of a bull Apis, armoured in + plates of gold. But in spite of their weight, in spite of their solidity + which effectively defies destruction, they have been despoiled[*]—when + is not precisely known, probably by the soldiers of the King of Persia. + And this notwithstanding that merely to open them represents a labour of + astonishing strength and patience. In some cases the thieves have + succeeded, by the aid of levers, in moving a few inches the formidable + lid; in others, by persevering with blows of pickaxes, they have pierced, + in the thickness of the granite, a hole through which a man has been + enabled to crawl like a rat, or a worm, and then, groping his way, to + plunder the sacred mummy. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + [*] One, however, remains intact in the walled cavern, and + thus preserves for us the only Apis which has come down to + our days. And one recalls the emotion of Mariette, when, on + entering it, he saw on the sandy ground the imprint of the + naked feet of the last Egyptian who left it thirty-seven + centuries before. +</pre> + <p> + What strikes us most of all in the colossal hypogeum is the meeting there, + in the middle of the stairway by which we leave, with yet another black + coffin, which lies across our path as if to bar it. It is as monstrous and + as simple as the others, its seniors, which many centuries before, as the + deified bulls died, had commenced to line the great straight thoroughfare. + But this one has never reached its place and never held its mummy. It was + the last. Even while men were slowly rolling it, with tense muscles and + panting cries, towards what might well have seemed its eternal chamber, + others gods were born, and the cult of the Apis had come to an end—suddenly, + then and there! Such a fate may happen indeed to each and all of the + religions and institutions of men, even to those most deeply rooted in + their hearts and their ancestral past. . . . That perhaps is the most + disturbing of all our positive notions: to know that there will be a <i>last</i> + of all things, not only a last temple, and a last priest, but a last birth + of a human child, a last sunrise, a last day. . . . + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + In these hot catacombs we had forgotten the cold wind that blew outside, + and the physiognomy of the Memphite desert, the aspects of horror that + were awaiting us above had vanished from our mind. Sinister as it is under + a blue sky, this desert becomes absolutely intolerable to look upon if by + chance the sky is cloudy when the daylight fails. + </p> + <p> + On our return to it, from the subterranean darkness, everything in its + dead immensity has begun to take on the blue tint of the night. On the top + of the sandhills, of which the yellow colour has greatly paled since we + went below, the wind amuses itself by raising little vortices of sand that + imitate the spray of an angry sea. On all sides dark clouds stretch + themselves as at the moment of our descent. The horizon detaches itself + more and more clearly from them, and, farther towards the east, it + actually seems to be tilted up; one of the highest of the waves of this + waterless sea, a mountain of sand whose soft contours are deceptive in the + distance, makes it look as if it sloped towards us, so as almost to + produce a sensation of vertigo. The sun itself has deigned to remain on + the scene a few seconds longer, held beyond its time by the effect of + mirage; but it is so changed behind its thick veils that we would prefer + that it should not be there. Of the colour of dying embers, it seems too + near and too large; it has ceased to give any light, and is become a mere + rose-coloured globe, that is losing its shape and becoming oval. No longer + in the free heavens, but stranded there on the extreme edge of the desert, + it watches the scene like a large dull eye, about to close itself in + death. And the mysterious superhuman triangles, they too, of course, are + there, waiting for us on our return from underground, some near, some far, + posted in their eternal places; but surely they have grown gradually more + blue. . . . + </p> + <p> + Such a night, in such a place, it seems the <i>last</i> night. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0007" id="link2HCH0007"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VII + </h2> + <h3> + THE OUTSKIRTS OF CAIRO + </h3> + <p> + Night. A long straight road, the artery of some capital, through which our + carriage drives at a fast trot, making a deafening clatter on the + pavement. Electric light everywhere. The shops are closing; it must needs + be late. + </p> + <p> + The road is Levantine in its general character; and we should have no + clear notion of the place did we not see in our rapid, noisy passage signs + that recall us to the land of the Arabs. People pass dressed in the long + robe and tarboosh of the East; and some of the houses, above the European + shops, are ornamented with mushrabiyas. But this blinding electricity + strikes a false note. In our hearts are we quite sure we are in the East? + </p> + <p> + The road ends, opening on to darkness. Suddenly, without any warning, it + abuts upon a void in which the eyes see nothing, and we roll over a + yielding, felted soil, where all noise abruptly ceases—it is the <i>desert</i>! + . . . Not a vague, nondescript stretch of country such as in the outskirts + of our towns, not one of the solitudes of Europe, but the threshold of the + vast desolations of Arabia. <i>The desert</i>; and, even if we had not + known that it was awaiting us, we should have recognised it by the + indescribable quality of harshness and uniqueness which, in spite of the + darkness, cannot be mistaken. + </p> + <p> + But the night after all is not so black. It only seemed so, at the first + moment, by contrast with the glaring illumination of the street. In + reality it is transparent and blue. A half-moon, high up in the heavens, + and veiled by a diaphanous mist, shines gently, and as it is an Egyptian + moon, more subtle than ours, it leaves to things a little of their colour. + We can see now, as well as feel, this desert, which has opened and imposed + its silence upon us. Before us is the paleness of its sands and the + reddish-brown of its dead rocks. Verily, in no country but Egypt are there + such rapid surprises: to issue from a street flanked by shops and stalls + and, without transition, to find this! . . . + </p> + <p> + Our horses have, inevitably, to slacken speed as the wheels of our + carriage sink into the sand. Around us still are some stray ramblers, who + presently assume the air of ghosts, with their long black or white + draperies, and noiseless tread. And then, not a soul; nothing but the sand + and the moon. + </p> + <p> + But now almost at once, after the short intervening nothingness, we find + ourselves in a new town; streets with little low houses, little + cross-roads, little squares, all of them white, on whitened sands, beneath + a white moon. . . . But there is no electricity in this town, no lights, + and nobody is stirring; doors and windows are shut: no movement of any + kind, and the silence, at first, is like that of the surrounding desert. + It is a town in which the half-light of the moon, amongst so much vague + whiteness, is diffused in such a way that it seems to come from all sides + at once and things cast no shadows which might give them definiteness; a + town where the soil is so yielding that our progress is weakened and + retarded, as in dreams. It seems unreal; and, in penetrating farther into + it, a sense of fear comes over you that can neither be dismissed nor + defined. + </p> + <p> + For assuredly this is no ordinary town. . . . And yet the houses, with + their windows barred like those of a harem, are in no way singular—except + that they are shut and silent. It is all this whiteness, perhaps, which + freezes us. And then, too, the silence is not, in fact, like that of the + desert, which did at least seem natural, inasmuch as there was nothing + there; here, on the contrary, there is a sense of innumerable presences, + which shrink away as you pass but nevertheless continue to watch + attentively. . . . We pass mosques in total darkness and they too are + silent and white, with a slight bluish tint cast on them by the moon. And + sometimes, between the houses, there are little enclosed spaces, like + narrow gardens, but which can have no possible verdure. And in these + gardens numbers of little obelisks rise from the sand—white + obelisks, it is needless to say, for to-night we are in the kingdom of + absolute whiteness. What can they be, these strange little gardens? . . . + And the sand, meanwhile, which covers the streets with its thick coatings, + continues to deaden the sound of our progress, out of compliment no doubt + to all these watchful things that are so silent around us. + </p> + <p> + At the crossings and in the little squares the obelisks become more + numerous, erected always at either end of a slab of stone that is about + the length of a man. Their little motionless groups, posted as if on the + watch, seem so little real in their vague whiteness that we feel tempted + to verify them by touching, and, verily, we should not be astonished if + our hand passed through them as through a ghost. Farther on there is a + wide expanse without any houses at all, where these ubiquitous little + obelisks abound in the sand like ears of corn in a field. There is now no + further room for illusion. We are in a cemetery, and have been passing in + the midst of houses of the dead, and mosques of the dead, in a town of the + dead. + </p> + <p> + Once emerged from this cemetery, which in the end at least disclosed + itself in its true character, we are involved again in the continuation of + the mysterious town, which takes us back into its network. Little houses + follow one another as before, only now the little gardens are replaced by + little burial enclosures. And everything grows more and more indistinct, + in the gentle light, which gradually grows less. It is as if someone were + putting frosted globes over the moon, so that soon, but for the + transparency of this air of Egypt and the prevailing whiteness of things, + there would be no light at all. Once at a window the light of a lamp + appears; it is the lantern of gravediggers. Anon we hear the voices of men + chanting a prayer; and the prayer is a prayer for the dead. + </p> + <p> + These tenantless houses were never built for dwellings. They are simply + places where men assemble on certain anniversaries, to pray for the dead. + Every Moslem family of any note has its little temple of this kind, near + to the family graves. And there are so many of them that now the place is + become a town—and a town in the desert—that is to say, in a + place useless for any other purpose; a secure place indeed, for we may be + sure that the ground occupied by these poor tombs runs no risk of being + coveted—not even in the irreverent times of the future. No, it is on + the other side of Cairo—on the other bank of the Nile, amongst the + verdure of the palm-trees, that we must look for the suburb in course of + transformation, with its villas of the invading foreigner, and the myriad + electric lights along its motor roads. On this side there is no such fear; + the peace and desuetude are eternal; and the winding sheet of the Arabian + sands is ready always for its burial office. + </p> + <p> + At the end of this town of the dead, the desert again opens before us its + mournful whitened expanse. On such a night as this, when the wind blows + cold and the misty moon shows like a sad opal, it looks like a steppe + under snow. + </p> + <p> + But it is a desert planted with ruins, with the ghosts of mosques; a whole + colony of high tumbling domes are scattered here at hazard on the shifting + extent of the sands. And what strange old-fashioned domes they are! The + archaism of their silhouettes strikes us from the first, as much as their + isolation in such a place. They look like bells, or gigantic dervish hats + placed on pedestals, and those farthest away give the impression of squat, + large-headed figures posted there as sentinels, watching the vague horizon + of Arabia beyond. + </p> + <p> + They are the proud tombs of the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries where + the Mameluke Sultans, who oppressed Egypt for nearly three hundred years, + sleep now in complete abandonment. Nowadays, it is true, some visits are + beginning to be paid to them—on winter nights when the moon is full + and they throw on the sands their great clear-cut shadows. At such times + the light is considered favourable, and they rank among the curiosities + exploited by the agencies. Numbers of tourists (who persist in calling + them the tombs of the caliphs) betake themselves thither of an evening—a + noisy caravan mounted on little donkeys. But to-night the moon is too pale + and uncertain, and we shall no doubt be alone in troubling them in their + ghostly communion. + </p> + <p> + To-night indeed the light is quite unusual. As just now in the town of the + dead, it is diffused on all sides and gives even to the most massive + objects the transparent semblance of unreality. But nevertheless it shows + their detail and leaves them something of their daylight colouring, so + that all these funeral domes, raised on the ruins of the mosques, which + serve them as pedestals, have preserved their reddish or brown colours, + although the sand which separates them, and makes between the tombs of the + different sultans little dead solitudes, remains pale and wan. + </p> + <p> + And meanwhile our carriage, proceeding always without noise, traces on + this same sand little furrows which the wind will have effaced by + to-morrow. There are no roads of any kind; they would indeed be as useless + as they are impossible to make. You may pass here where you like, and + fancy yourself far away from any place inhabited by living beings. The + great town, which we know to be so close, appears from time to time, + thanks to the undulations of the ground, as a mere phosphorescence, a + reflection of its myriad electric lights. We are indeed in the desert of + the dead, in the sole company of the moon, which, by the fantasy of this + wonderful Egyptian sky, is to-night a moon of grey pearl, one might almost + say a moon of mother-of-pearl. + </p> + <p> + Each of these funeral mosques is a thing of splendour, if one examines it + closely in its solitude. These strange upraised domes, which from a + distance look like the head-dresses of dervishes or magi, are embroidered + with arabesques, and the walls are crowned with denticulated trefoils of + exquisite fashioning. + </p> + <p> + But nobody venerates these tombs of the Mameluke oppressors, or keeps them + in repair; and within them there are no more chants, no prayers to Allah. + Night after night they pass in an infinity of silence. Piety contents + itself with not destroying them; leaving them there at the mercy of time + and the sun and the wind which withers and crumbles them. And all around + are the signs of ruin. Tottering cupolas show us irreparable cracks; the + halves of broken arches are outlined to-night in shadow against the + mother-of-pearl light of the sky, and debris of sculptured stones are + strewn about. But nevertheless these tombs, that are well-nigh accursed, + still stir in us a vague sense of alarm—particularly those in the + distance, which rise up like silhouettes of misshapen giants in enormous + hats—dark on the white sheet of sand—and stand there in + groups, or scattered in confusion, at the entrance to the vast empty + regions beyond. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + We had chosen a time when the light was doubtful in order that we might + avoid the tourists, but as we approach the funeral dwelling of Sultan + Barkuk, the assassin, we see, issuing from it, a whole band, some twenty + in a line, who emerge from the darkness of the abandoned walls, each + trotting on his little donkey and each followed by the inevitable Bedouin + driver, who taps with his stick upon the rump of the beast. They are + returning to Cairo, their visit ended, and exchange in a loud voice, from + one ass to another, more or less inept impressions in various European + languages. . . . And look! There is even amongst them the almost + proverbial belated dame who, for private reasons of her own, follows at a + respectable distance behind. She is a little mature perhaps, so far as can + be judged in the moonlight, but nevertheless still sympathetic to her + driver, who, with both hands, supports her from behind on her saddle, with + a touching solicitude that is peculiar to the country. Ah! these little + donkeys of Egypt, so observant, so philosophical and sly, why cannot they + write their memoirs! What a number of droll things they must have seen at + night in the outskirts of Cairo! + </p> + <p> + This good lady evidently belongs to that extensive category of hardy + explorers who, despite their high respectability at home, do not hesitate, + once they are landed on the banks of the Nile, to supplement their + treatment by the sun and the dry winds with a little of the “Bedouin + cure.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0008" id="link2HCH0008"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VIII + </h2> + <h3> + ARCHAIC CHRISTIANITY + </h3> + <p> + Dimly lighted by the flames of a few poor slender tapers which flicker + against the walls in stone arches, a dense crowd of human figures veiled + in black, in a place overpowering and suffocating—underground, no + doubt—which is filled with the perfume of the incense of Arabia; and + a noise of almost wicked movement, which sirs us to alarm and even horror: + bleatings of new-born babies, cries of distress of tiny mites whose voices + are drowned, as if on purpose, by a clinking of cymbals. + </p> + <p> + What can it be? Why have they descended into this dark hole, these little + ones, who howl in the midst of the smoke, held by these phantoms in + mourning? Had we entered it unawares we might have thought it a den of + wicked sorcery, an underground cavern for the black mass. + </p> + <p> + But no. It is the crypt of the basilica of St. Sergius during the Coptic + mass of Easter morning. And when, after the first surprise, we examine + these phantoms, we find that, for the most part, they are young mothers, + with the refined and gentle faces of Madonnas, who hold the plaintive + little ones beneath their black veils and seek to comfort them. And the + sorcerer, who plays the cymbals, is a kind old priest, or sacristan, who + smiles paternally. If he makes all this noise, in a rhythm which in itself + is full of joy, it is to mark the gladness of Easter morn, to celebrate + the resurrection of Christ—and a little, too, no doubt, to distract + the little ones, some of whom are woefully put out. But their mammas do + not prolong the proof—a mere momentary visit to this venerable + place, which is to bring them happiness, and they carry their babes away: + and others are led in by the dark, narrow staircase, so low that one + cannot stand upright in it. And thus the crypt is not emptied. And + meanwhile mass is being said in the church overhead. + </p> + <p> + But what a number of people, of black veils, are in this hovel, where the + air can scarcely be breathed, and where the barbarous music, mingled with + wailings and cries, deafens you! And what an air of antiquity marks all + things here! The defaced walls, the low roof that one can easily touch, + the granite pillars which sustain the shapeless arches are all blackened + by the smoke of the wax candles, and scarred and worn by the friction of + human hands. + </p> + <p> + At the end of the crypt there is a very sacred recess round which a crowd + presses: a coarse niche, a little larger than those cut in the wall to + receive the tapers, a niche which covers the ancient stone on which, + according to tradition, the Virgin Mary rested, with the child Jesus, in + the course of the flight into Egypt. This holy stone is sadly worn to-day + and polished smooth by the touch of many pious hands, and the Byzantine + cross which once was carved on it is almost effaced. + </p> + <p> + But even if the Virgin had never rested there, the humble crypt of St. + Sergius would remain no less one of the oldest Christian sanctuaries in + the world. And the Copts who still assemble there with veneration have + preceded by many years the greater part of our Western nations in the + religion of the Bible. + </p> + <p> + Although the history of Egypt envelops itself in a sort of night at the + moment of the appearance of Christianity, we know that the growth of the + new faith there was as rapid and impetuous as the germination of plants + under the overflow of the Nile. The old Pharaonic cults, amalgamated at + that time with those of Greece, were so obscured under a mass of rites and + formulae, that they had ceased to have any meaning. And nevertheless here, + as in imperial Rome, there brooded the ferment of a passionate mysticism. + Moreover, this Egyptian people, more than any other, was haunted by the + terror of death, as is proved by the folly of its embalmments. With what + avidity therefore must it have received the Word of fraternal love and + immediate resurrection? + </p> + <p> + In any case Christianity was so firmly implanted in this Egypt that + centuries of persecution did not succeed in destroying it. As one goes up + the Nile, many little human settlements are to be seen, little groups of + houses of dried mud, where the whitened dome of the modest house of prayer + is surmounted by a cross and not a crescent. They are the villages of + those Copts, those Egyptians, who have preserved the Christian faith from + father to son since the nebulous times of the first martyrs. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + The simple Church of St. Sergius is a relic hidden away and almost buried + in the midst of a labyrinth of ruins. Without a guide it is almost + impossible to find your way thither. The quarter in which it is situated + is enclosed within the walls of what was once a Roman fortress, and this + fortress in its turn is surrounded by the tranquil ruins of “Old Cairo”—which + is to the Cairo of the Mamelukes and the Khedives, in a small degree, what + Versailles is to Paris. + </p> + <p> + On this Easter morning, having set out from the Cairo of to-day to be + present at this mass, we have first to traverse a suburb in course of + transformation, upon whose ancient soil will shortly appear numbers of + these modern horrors, in mud and metal—factories or large hotels—which + multiply in this poor land with a stupefying rapidity. Then comes a mile + or so of uncultivated ground, mixed with stretches of sand, and already a + little desertlike. And then the walls of Old Cairo; after which begins the + peace of the deserted houses, of little gardens and orchards among the + ruins. The wind and the dust beset us the whole way, the almost eternal + wind and the eternal dust of this land, by which, since the beginning of + the ages, so many human eyes have been burnt beyond recovery. They keep us + now in blinding whirlwinds, which swarm with flies. The “season” indeed is + already over, and the foreign invaders have fled until next autumn. Egypt + is now more Egyptian, beneath a more burning sky. The sun of this Easter + Sunday is as hot as ours of July, and the ground seems as if it would + perish of drought. But it is always thus in the springtime of this + rainless country; the trees, which have kept their leaves throughout the + winter, shed them in April as ours do in November. There is no shade + anywhere and everything suffers. Everything grows yellow on the yellow + sands. But there is no cause for uneasiness: the inundation is at hand, + which has never failed since the commencement of our geological period. In + another few weeks the prodigious river will spread along its banks, just + as in the times of the God Amen, a precocious and impetuous life. And + meanwhile the orange-trees, the jasmine and the honeysuckle, which men + have taken care to water with water from the Nile, are full of riotous + bloom. As we pass the gardens of Old Cairo, which alternate with the + tumbling houses, this continual cloud of white dust that envelops us comes + suddenly laden with their sweet fragrance; so that, despite the drought + and the bareness of the trees, the scents of a sudden and feverish + springtime are already in the air. + </p> + <p> + When we arrive at the walls of what used to be the Roman citadel we have + to descend from our carriage, and passing through a low doorway penetrate + on foot into the labyrinth of a Coptic quarter which is dying of dust and + old age. Deserted houses that have become the refuges of outcasts; + mushrabiyas, worm-eaten and decayed; little mousetrap alleys that lead us + under arches of the Middle Ages, and sometimes close over our heads by + reason of the fantastic bending of the ruins. Even by such a route as this + are we conducted to a famous basilica! Were it not for these groups of + Copts, dressed in their Sunday garb, who make their way like us through + the ruins to the Easter mass, we should think that we had lost our way. + </p> + <p> + And how pretty they look, these women draped like phantoms in their black + silks. Their long veils do not completely hide them, as do those of the + Moslems. They are simply placed over their hair and leave uncovered the + delicate features, the golden necklet and the half-bared arms that carry + on their wrists thick twisted bracelets of virgin gold. Pure Egyptians as + they are, they have preserved the same delicate profile, the same + elongated eyes, as mark the old goddesses carved in bas-relief on the + Pharaonic walls. But some, alas, amongst the young ones have discarded + their traditional costume, and are arrayed <i>a la franque</i>, in gowns + and hats. And such gowns, such hats, such flowers! The very peasants of + our meanest villages would disdain them. Oh! why cannot someone tell these + poor little women, who have it in their power to be so adorable, that the + beautiful folds of their black veils give to them an exquisite and + characteristic distinction, while this poor tinsel, which recalls the + mid-Lent carnivals, makes of them objects that excite our pity! + </p> + <p> + In one of the walls which now surround us there is a low and shrinking + doorway. Can this be the entrance to the basilica? The idea seems absurd. + And yet some of the pretty creatures in the black veils and bracelets of + gold, who were in front of us, have disappeared through it, and already + the perfume of the censers is wafted towards us. A kind of corridor, + astonishingly poor and old, twists itself suspiciously, and then issues + into a narrow court, more than a thousand years old, where offertory + boxes, fixed on Oriental brackets, invite our alms. The odour of the + incense becomes more pronounced, and at last a door, hidden in shadow at + the end of this retreat, gives access to the venerable church itself. + </p> + <p> + The church! It is a mixture of Byzantine basilica, mosque and desert hut. + Entering there, it is as if we were introduced suddenly to the naïve + infancy of Christianity, as if we surprised it, as it were, in its cradle—which + was indeed Oriental. The triple nave is full of little children (here + also, that is what strikes us first), of little mites who cry or else + laugh and play; and there are mothers suckling their new-born babes—and + all the time the invisible mass is being celebrated beyond, behind the + iconostasis. On the ground, on mats, whole families are seated in circle, + as if they were in their homes. A thick deposit of white chalk on the + defaced, shrunken walls bears witness to great age. And over all this is a + strange old ceiling of cedarwood, traversed by large barbaric beams. + </p> + <p> + In the nave, supported by columns of marble, brought in days gone by from + Pagan temples, there are, as in all these old Coptic churches, high + transverse wooden partitions, elaborately wrought in the Arab fashion, + which divide it into three sections: the first, into which one comes on + entering the church, is allotted to the women, the second is for the + baptistery, and the third, at the end adjoining the iconostasis, is + reserved for the men. + </p> + <p> + These women who are gathered this morning in their apportioned space—so + much at home there with their suckling little ones—wear, almost all + of them, the long black silk veils of former days. In their harmonious and + endlessly restless groups, the gowns <i>a la franque</i> and the poor hats + of carnival are still the exception. The congregation, as a whole, + preserves almost intact its naïve, old-time flavour. + </p> + <p> + And there is movement too, beyond, in the compartment of the men, which is + bounded at the farther end by the iconostasis—a thousand-year-old + wall decorated with inlaid cedarwood and ivory of precious antique + workmanship, and adorned with strange old icons, blackened by time. It is + behind this wall—pierced by several doorways—that mass is now + being said. From this last sanctuary shut off thus from the people comes + the vague sound of singing; from time to time a priest raises a faded silk + curtain and from the threshold makes the sign of blessing. His vestments + are of gold, and he wears a golden crown, but the humble faithful speak to + him freely, and even touch his gorgeous garments, that might be those of + one of the Wise Kings. He smiles, and letting fall the curtain, which + covers the entrance to the tabernacle, disappears again into this innocent + mystery. + </p> + <p> + Even the least things here tell of decay. The flagstones, trodden by the + feet of numberless dead generations, are become uneven through the + settling of the soil. Everything is askew, bent, dusty and worn-out. The + daylight comes from above, through narrow barred windows. There is a lack + of air, so that one almost stifles. But though the sun does not enter, a + certain indefinable reflection from the whitened walls reminds us that + outside there is a flaming, resplendent Eastern spring. + </p> + <p> + In this, the old grandfather, as it were, of churches, filled now with a + cloud of odorous smoke, what one hears, more even than the chanting of the + mass, is the ceaseless movement, the pious agitation of the faithful; and + more even than that, the startling noise that rises from the holy crypt + below—the sharp clashing of cymbals and those multitudinous little + wailings, that sound like the mewings of kittens. + </p> + <p> + But let me not harbour thoughts of irony! Surely not. If, in our Western + lands, certain ceremonies seem to me anti-Christian—as, for example, + one of those spectacular high masses in the over-pompous Cathedral of + Cologne, where halberdiers overawe the crowd—here, on the contrary, + the simplicity of this primitive cult is touching and respectable in the + extreme. These Copts who install themselves in their church, as round + their firesides, who make their home there and encumber the place with + their fretful little ones, have, in their own way, well understood the + word of Him who said: “Suffer the little children to come unto Me, and do + not forbid them, for of such is the kingdom of God.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0009" id="link2HCH0009"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IX + </h2> + <h3> + THE RACE OF BRONZE + </h3> + <p> + A monotonous chant on three notes, which must date from the first + Pharaohs, may still be heard in our days on the banks of the Nile, from + the Delta as far as Nubia. At different places along the river, half-made + men, with torsos of bronze and voices all alike, intone it in the morning + when they commence their endless labours and continue it throughout the + day, until the evening brings repose. + </p> + <p> + Whoever has journeyed in a dahabiya up the old river will remember this + song of the water-drawers, with its accompaniment, in slow cadence, of + creakings of wet wood. + </p> + <p> + It is the song of the “shaduf,” and the “shaduf” is a primitive rigging, + which has remained unchanged since times beyond all reckoning. It is + composed of a long antenna, like the yard of a tartan, which is supported + in see-saw fashion on an upright beam, and carries at its extremity a + wooden bucket. A man, with movements of singular beauty, works it while he + sings, lowers the antenna, draws the water from the river, and raises the + filled bucket, which another man catches in its ascent and empties into a + basin made out of the mud of the river bank. When the river is low there + are three such basins, placed one above the other, as if they were stages + by which the precious water mounts to the fields of corn and lucerne. And + then three “shadufs,” one above the other, creak together, lowering and + raising their great scarabaeus' horns to the rhythm of the same song. + </p> + <p> + All along the banks of the Nile this movement of the antennae of the + shadufs is to be seen. It had its beginning in the earliest ages and is + still the characteristic manifestation of human life along the river + banks. It ceases only in the summer, when the river, swollen by the rains + of equatorial Africa, overflows this land of Egypt, which it itself has + made in the midst of the Saharan sands. But in the winter, which is here a + time of luminous drought and changeless blue skies, it is in full swing. + Then every day, from dawn until the evening prayer, the men are busy at + their water-drawing, transformed for the time into tireless machines, with + muscles that work like metal bands. The action never changes, any more + than the song, and often their thoughts must wander from their automatic + toil, and lose themselves in some dream, akin to that of their ancestors + who were yoked to the same rigging four or five thousands years ago. Their + torsos, deluged at each rising of the overflowing bucket, stream + constantly with cold water; and sometimes the wind is icy, even while the + sun burns; but these perpetual workers are, as we have said, of bronze, + and their hardened bodies take no harm. + </p> + <p> + These men are the fellahs, the peasants of the valley of the Nile—pure + Egyptians, whose type has not changed in the course of centuries. In the + oldest of the bas-reliefs of Thebes or Memphis you may see many such, with + the same noble profile and thickish lips, the same elongated eyes shadowed + by heavy eyelids, the same slender figure, surmounted by broad shoulders. + </p> + <p> + The women who from time to time descend to the river, to draw water also, + but in their case in the vases of potters' clay which they carry—this + fetching and carrying of the life-giving water is the one primordial + occupation in this Egypt, which has no rain, nor any living spring, and + subsists only by its river—these women walk and posture with an + inimitable grace, draped in black veils, which even the poorest allow to + trail behind them, like the train of a court dress. In this bright land, + with its rose-coloured distances, it is strange to see them, all so + sombrely clothed, spots of mourning, as it were, in the gay fields and the + flaring desert. Machine-like creatures, all untaught, they yet possess by + instinct, as did once the daughters of Hellas, a sense of nobility in + attitude and carriage. None of the women of Europe could wear these coarse + black stuffs with such a majestic harmony, and none surely could so raise + their bare arms to place on their heads the heavy jars filled with Nile + water, and then, departing, carry themselves so proudly, so upright and + resilient under their burden. + </p> + <p> + The muslin tunics which they wear are invariably black like the veils, set + off perhaps with some red embroidery or silver spangles. They are + unfastened across the chest, and, by a narrow opening which descends to + the girdle, disclose the amber-coloured flesh, the median swell of bosoms + of pale bronze, which, during their ephemeral youth at least, are of a + perfect contour. The faces, it is true, when they are not hidden from you + by a fold of the veil, are generally disappointing. The rude labours, the + early maternity and lactations, soon age and wither them. But if by chance + you see a young woman she is usually an apparition of beauty, at once + vigorous and slender. + </p> + <p> + As for the fellah babies, who abound in great numbers and follow, half + naked their mammas or their big sisters, they would for the most part be + adorable little creatures, were it not for the dirtiness which in this + country is a thing almost prescribed by tradition. Round their eyelids and + their moist lips are glued little clusters of Egyptian flies, which are + considered here to be beneficial to the children, and the latter have no + thought of driving them away, so resigned are they become, by force of + heredity, to whatever annoyance they thereby suffer. Another example + indeed of the passivity which their fathers show when brought face to face + with the invading foreigners! + </p> + <p> + Passivity and meek endurance seem to be the characteristics of this + inoffensive people, so graceful in their rags, so mysterious in their + age-old immobility, and so ready to accept with an equal indifference + whatever yoke may come. Poor, beautiful people, with muscles that never + grow tired! Whose men in olden times moved the great stones of the + temples, and knew no burden that was too heavy; whose women, with their + slender, pale-tawny arms and delicate small hands, surpass by far in + strength the burliest of our peasants! Poor beautiful race of bronze! No + doubt it was too precocious and put forth too soon its astonishing flower—in + times when the other peoples of the earth were till vegetating in + obscurity; no doubt its present resignation comes from lassitude, after so + many centuries of effort and expansive power. Once it monopolised the + glory of the world, and here it is now—for some two thousand years—fallen + into a kind of tired sleep, which has left it an easy prey alike to the + conquerors of yesterday and to the exploiters of to-day. + </p> + <p> + Another trait which, side by side with their patience, prevails amongst + these true-blooded Egyptians of the countryside is their attachment to the + soil, to the soil which nourishes them, and in which later on they will + sleep. To possess land, to forestall at any price the smallest portion of + it, to reclaim patches of it from the shifting desert, that is the sole + aim, or almost so, which the fellahs pursue in this world: to possess a + field, however small it may be—a field, moreover, which they till + with the oldest plough invented by man, the exact design of which may be + seen carved on the walls of the tombs at Memphis. + </p> + <p> + And this same people, which was the first of any to conceive magnificence, + whose gods and kings were formerly surrounded with an over-powering + splendour, contrives, to live to-day, pell-mell with its sheep and goats, + in humble, low-roofed cabins made out of sunbaked mud! The Egyptian + villages are all of the neutral colour of the soil; a little white chalk + brightens, perhaps, the minaret or cupola of the mosque; but except for + that little refuge, whither folk come to pray each evening—for no + one here would retire for the night without having first prostrated + himself before the majesty of Allah—everything is of a mournful + grey. Even the costumes of the people are dull-coloured and + wretched-looking. It is an East grown poor and old, although the sky + remains as wonderful as ever. + </p> + <p> + But all this past grandeur has left its imprint on the fellahs. They have + a refinement of appearance and manner, all unknown amongst the majority of + the good people of our villages. And those amongst them who by good + fortune become prosperous have forthwith a kind of distinction, and seem + to know, as if by birth, how to dispense the gracious hospitality of an + aristocrat. The hospitality of even the humblest preserves something of + courtesy and ease, which tells of breed. I remember those clear evenings + when, after the peaceful navigation of the day, I used to stop and draw up + my dahabiya to the bank of the river. (I speak now of out-of-the-way + places—free as yet from the canker of the tourist element—such + as I habitually chose.) It was in the twilight at the hour when the stars + began to shine out from the golden-green sky. As soon as I put foot upon + the shore, and my arrival was signalled by the barking of the watchdogs, + the chief of the nearest hamlet always came to meet me. A dignified man, + in a long robe of striped silk or modest blue cotton, he accosted me with + formulae of welcome quite in the grand manner; insisted on my following + him to his house of dried mud; and there, escorting me, after the exchange + of further compliments, to the place of honour on the poor divan of his + lodging, forced me to accept the traditional cup of Arab coffee. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + To wake these fellahs from their strange sleep, to open their eyes at + last, and to transform them by a modern education—that is the task + which nowadays a select band of Egyptian patriots is desirous of + attempting. Not long ago, such an endeavour would have seemed to me a + crime; for these stubborn peasants were living under conditions of the + least suffering, rich in faith and poor in desire. But to-day they are + suffering from an invasion more undermining, more dangerous than that of + the conquerors who killed by sword and fire. The Occidentals are there, + everywhere, amongst them, profiting by their meek passivity to turn them + into slaves for their business and their pleasure. The work of degradation + of these simpletons is so easy: men bring them new desires, new greeds, + new needs,—and rob them of their prayers. + </p> + <p> + Yet, it is time perhaps to wake them from their sleep of more than twenty + centuries, to put them on their guard, and to see what yet they may be + capable of, what surprises they may have in store for us after that long + lethargy, which must surely have been restorative. In any case the human + species, in course of deterioration through overstrain, would find amongst + these singers of the shaduf and these labourers with the antiquated + plough, brains unclouded by alcohol, and a whole reserve of tranquil + beauty, of well-balanced physique, of vigour untainted by bestiality. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0010" id="link2HCH0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER X + </h2> + <h3> + A CHARMING LUNCHEON + </h3> + <p> + We are making our way through the fields of Abydos in the dazzling + splendour of the forenoon, having come, like so many pilgrims of old, from + the banks of the Nile to visit the sanctuaries of Osiris, which lie beyond + the green plains, on the edge of the desert. + </p> + <p> + It is a journey of some ten miles or so, under a clear sky and a burning + sun. We pass through fields of corn and lucerne, whose wonderful green is + piqued with little flowers, such as may be seen in our climate. Hundreds + of little birds sing to us distractedly of the joy of life; the sun shines + radiantly, magnificently; the impetuous corn is already in the ear; it + might be some gay pageant of our days of May. One forgets that it is + February, that we are still in the winter—the luminous winter of + Egypt. + </p> + <p> + Here and there amongst the outspread fields are villages buried under the + thick foliage of trees—under acacias which, in the distance, + resemble ours at home; beyond indeed the mountain chain of Libya, like a + wall confining the fertile fields, looks strange perhaps in its + rose-colour, and too desolate; but, nevertheless amidst this glad music of + the fields, these songs of larks and twitterings of sparrows, you scarcely + realise that you are in a foreign land. + </p> + <p> + Abydos! What magic there is in the name! “Abydos is at hand, and in + another moment we shall be there.” The mere words seem somehow to + transform the aspect of the homely green fields, and make this pastoral + region almost imposing. The buzzing of the flies increases in the + overheated air and the song of the birds subsides until at last it dies + away in the approach of noon. + </p> + <p> + We have been journeying a little more than an hour amongst the verdure of + the growing corn that lies upon the fields like a carpet, when suddenly, + beyond the little houses and tress of a village, quite a different world + is disclosed—the familiar world of glare and death which presses so + closely upon inhabited Egypt: the desert! The desert of Libya, and now as + ever when we come upon it suddenly from the banks of the old river it + rises up before us; beginning at once, without transition, absolute and + terrible, as soon as we leave the thick velvet of the last field, the cool + shade of the last acacia. Its sands seem to slope towards us, in a + prodigious incline, from the strange mountains that we saw from the happy + plain, and which now appear, enthroned beyond, like the monarchs of all + this nothingness. + </p> + <p> + The town of Abydos, which has vanished and left no wrack behind, rose once + in this spot where we now stand, on the very threshold of the solitudes; + but its necropoles, more venerated even than those of Memphis, and its + thrice-holy temples, are a little farther on, in the marvellously + conserving sand, which has buried them under its tireless waves and + preserved them almost intact up till the present day. + </p> + <p> + The desert! As soon as we put foot upon its shifting soil, which smothers + the sound of our steps, the atmosphere too seems suddenly to change; it + burns with a strange new heat, as if great fires had been lighted in the + neighbourhood. + </p> + <p> + And this whole domain of light and drought, right away into the distance, + is shaded and streaked with the familiar brown, red and yellow colours. + The mournful reflection of adjacent things augments to excess the heat and + light. The horizon trembles under the little vapours of mirage like water + ruffled by the wind. The background, which mounts gradually to the foot of + the Libyan mountains, is strewn with the debris of bricks and stones—shapeless + ruins which, though they scarcely rise above the sand, abound nevertheless + in great numbers, and serve to remind us that here indeed is a very + ancient soil, where men laboured in centuries that have drifted out of + knowledge. One divines instinctively and at once the catacombs, the + hypogea and the mummies that lie beneath! + </p> + <p> + These necropoles of Abydos once—and for thousands of years—exercised + an extraordinary fascination over this people—the precursor of + peoples—who dwelt in the valley of the Nile. According to one of the + most ancient of human traditions, the head of Osiris, the lord of the <i>other + world</i>, reposed in the depths of one of the temples which to-day are + buried in the sands. And men, as soon as their thought commenced to issue + from the primeval night, were haunted by the idea that there were + localities helpful, as if were, to the poor corpses that lay beneath the + earth, that there were certain holy places where it behoved them to be + buried if they wished to be ready when the signal of awakening was given. + And in old Egypt, therefore, each one, at the hour of death, turned his + thoughts to these stones and sands, in the ardent hope that he might be + able to sleep near the remains of his god. And when the place was becoming + crowded with sleepers, those who could obtain no place there conceived the + idea of having humble obelisks planted on the holy ground, which at least + should tell their names; or even recommended that their mummies might be + there for some weeks, even if they were afterwards removed. And thus, + funeral processions passed to and fro without ceasing through the + cornfields that separate the Nile from the desert. Abydos! In the sad + human dream dominated by the thought of dissolution, Abydos preceded by + many centuries the Valley of Jehosophat of the Hebrews, the cemeteries + around Mecca of the Moslems, and the holy tombs beneath our oldest + cathedrals! . . . Abydos! It behoves us to walk here pensively and + silently out of respect for all those thousands of souls who formerly + turned towards this place, with outstretched hands, in the hour of death. + </p> + <p> + The first great temple—that which King Seti raised to the mysterious + Prince of the Other World, who in those days was called Osiris—is + quite close—a distance of little more than 200 yards in the glare of + the desert. We come upon it suddenly, so that it almost startles us, for + nothing warns us of its proximity. The sand from which it has been + exhumed, and which buried it for 2000 years, still rises almost to its + roof. Through an iron gate, guarded by two tall Bedouin guards in black + robes, we plunge at once into the shadow of enormous stones. We are in the + house of the god, in a forest of heavy Osiridean columns, surrounded by a + world of people in high coiffures, carved in bas-relief on the pillars and + walls—people who seem to be signalling one to another and exchanging + amongst themselves mysterious signs, silently and for ever. + </p> + <p> + But what is this noise in the sanctuary? It seems to be full of people. + There, sure enough, beyond a second row of columns, is quite a little + crowd talking loudly in English. I fancy that I can hear the clinking of + glasses and the tapping of knives and forks. + </p> + <p> + Oh! poor, poor temple, to what strange uses are you come. . . . This + excess of grotesqueness in profanation is more insulting surely than to be + sacked by barbarians! Behold a table set for some thirty guests, and the + guests themselves—of both sexes—merry and lighthearted, belong + to that special type of humanity which patronises Thomas Cook & Son + (Egypt Ltd.). They wear cork helmets, and the classic green spectacles; + drink whisky and soda, and eat voraciously sandwiches and other viands out + of greasy paper, which now litters the floor. And the women! Heavens! what + scarecrows they are! And this kind of thing, so the black-robed Bedouin + guards inform us, is repeated every day so long as the season lasts. A + luncheon in the temple of Osiris is part of the programme of pleasure + trips. Each day at noon a new band arrives, on heedless and unfortunate + donkeys. The tables and the crockery remain, of course, in the old temple! + </p> + <p> + Let us escape quickly, if possible before the sight shall have become + graven on our memory. + </p> + <p> + But alas! even when we are outside, alone again on the expanse of dazzling + sands, we can no longer take things seriously. Abydos and the desert have + ceased to exist. The faces of those women remain to haunt us, their faces + and their hats, and those looks which they vouchsafed us from over their + solar spectacles. . . . The ugliness associated with the name of Cook was + once explained to me in this wise, and the explanation at first sight + seemed satisfactory: “The United Kingdom, justifiably jealous of the + beauty of its daughters, submits them to a jury when they reach the age of + puberty; and those who are classed as too ugly to reproduce their kind are + accorded an unlimited account at Thomas Cook & Sons, and thus vowed to + a course of perpetual travel, which leaves them no time to think of + certain trifles incidental to life.” The explanation, as I say, seduced me + for the time being. But a more attentive examination of the bands who + infest the valley of the Nile enables me to aver that all these good + English ladies are of an age notoriously canonical; and the catastrophe of + procreation therefore, supposing that such an accident could ever have + happened to them, must date back to a time long anterior to their + enrolment. And I remain perplexed! + </p> + <p> + Without conviction now, we make our way towards another temple, guaranteed + solitary. Indeed the sun blazes there a lonely sovereign in the midst of a + profound silence, and Egypt and the past take us again into their folds. + </p> + <p> + Once more to Osiris, the god of heavenly awakening in the necropolis of + Abydos, this sanctuary was built by Ramses II. But the sands have covered + it with their winding sheet in vain, and have been able to preserve for us + only the lower and more deeply buried parts. Men in their blind greed have + destroyed the upper portions,[*] and its ruins, protected and cleared as + they are to-day, rise only some ten or twelve feet from the ground. In the + bas-reliefs the majority of the figures have only legs and a portion of + the body; their heads and shoulders have disappeared with the upper parts + of the walls. But they seem to have preserved their vitality: the + gesticulations, the exaggerated pantomime of the attitudes of these + headless things, are more strange, more striking, perhaps, than if their + faces still remained. And they have preserved too, in an extraordinary + degree, the brightness of their antique paintings, the fresh tints of + their costumes, of their robes of turquoise blue, or lapis, or + emerald-green, or golden-yellow. It is an artless kind of fresco-work, + which nevertheless amazes us by remaining perfect after thirty-five + centuries. All that these people did seems as if made for immortality. It + is true, however, that such brilliant colours are not found in any of the + other Pharaonic monuments, and that here they are heightened by the white + background. For, notwithstanding the bluish, black and red granite of the + porticoes, the walls are all of a fine limestone, of exceeding whiteness, + and, in the holy of holies, of a pure alabaster. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + [*] Not long ago a manufacturer, established in the + neighbourhood, discovering that the limestone of its walls + was friable, used this temple as a quarry, and for some + years bas-reliefs beyond price served as aliment to the + mills of the factory. +</pre> + <p> + Above the truncated walls, with their bright clear colours, the desert + appears, and shows quite brown by contrast; one sees the great yellow + swell of sand and stones above the pictures of these decapitated people. + It rises like a colossal wave and stretches out to bathe the foot of the + Libyan mountains beyond. Towards the north and west of the solitudes, + shapeless ruins of tawny-coloured blocks follow one another in the sands + until the dazzling distance ends in a clear-cut line against the sky. + Apart from this temple of Ramses, where we now stand, and that of Seti in + the vicinity, where the enterprise of Thomas Cook & Son flourishes, + there is nothing around us but ruins, crumbled and pulverised beyond all + possible redemption. But they give us pause, these disappearing ruins, for + they are the debris of that ageless temple, where sleeps the head of the + god, the debris of the tombs of the Middle and Ancient Empires, and they + indicate still the wide extent and development of the necropoles of + Abydos, so old that it almost makes one giddy to think of their beginning. + </p> + <p> + Here, as at Thebes and Memphis, the tombs of the Egyptians are met with + only amongst the sands and the parched rocks. The great ancestral people, + who would have shuddered at our black trees, and the corruption of the + damp graves, liked to place its embalmed dead in the midst of this + luminous, changeless splendour of death, which men call the desert. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + And what is this now that is happening in the holy neighbourhood of + unhappy Osiris? A troupe of donkeys, belaboured by Bedouin drivers, is + being driven in the direction of the adjacent temple, dedicated to the god + by Seti! The luncheon no doubt is over and the band about to depart, sharp + to the appointed hour of the programme. Let us watch them from a prudent + distance. + </p> + <p> + To be brief, they all mount into their saddles, these Cooks and Cookesses, + and opening, not without a conscious air of majesty, their white cotton + parasols, take themselves off in the direction of the Nile. They disappear + and the place belongs to us. + </p> + <p> + When we venture at last to return to the first sanctuary, where they had + lunched their fill in the shade, the guardians are busy clearing away the + leavings and the dirty paper. And they pack the dubious crockery, which + will be required for to-morrow's luncheon, into large chests on which may + be read in large letters of glory the names of the veritable sovereigns of + modern Egypt: “Thomas Cook & Son (Egypt Ltd.).” + </p> + <p> + All this happily ends with the first hypostyle. Nothing dishonours the + halls of the interior, where silence has again descended, the vast silence + of the noon of the desert. + </p> + <p> + In the reign of the Emperor Tiberius, men already marvelled at this + temple, as at a relic of the most distant and nebulous past. The + geographer Strabo wrote in those days: “It is an admirable palace built in + the fashion of the Labyrinth save that it has fewer galleries.” There are + galleries enough however, and one can readily lose oneself in its mazy + turnings. Seven chapels, consecrated to Osiris and to different gods and + goddesses of his suite; seven vaulted chambers; seven doors for the + processions of kings and multitudes; and, at the sides, numberless halls, + corridors, secondary chapels, dark chambers and hidden doorways. That very + primitive column, suggestive of reeds, which is called in architecture the + “plant column” and resembles a monstrous stem of papyrus, rises here in a + thick forest, to support the stones of the blue ceilings, which are strewn + with stars, in the likeness of the sky of this country. In many cases + these stones are missing and leave large openings on to the real sky + above. Their massiveness, which one might have thought would secure them + an endless duration, has availed them nothing; the sun of so many + centuries has cracked them, and their own weight, then, has brought them + headlong to the ground. And floods of light now enter through the gaps, + into the very chapels where the men of old had thought to ensure a holy + gloom. + </p> + <p> + Despite the disaster which has overtaken the ceilings, this is + nevertheless one of the most perfect of the sanctuaries of ancient Egypt. + The sands, those gentle sextons, have here succeeded miraculously in their + work of preservation. They might have been carved yesterday, these + innumerable people, who, everywhere—on the walls, on this forest of + columns—gesticulate and, with their arms and long hands, continue + with animation their eternal mute conversation. The whole temple, with the + openings which give it light, is more beautiful perhaps than in the time + of the Pharaohs. In place of the old-time darkness, a transparent gloom + now alternates with shafts of sunlight. Here and there the subjects of the + bas-reliefs, so long buried in the darkness, are deluged with burning rays + which detail their attitudes, their muscles, their scarcely altered + colours, and endow them again with life and youth. There is no part of the + wall, in this immense place, but is covered with divinities, with + hieroglyphs and emblems. Osiris in high coiffure, the beautiful Isis in + the helmet of a bird, jackal-headed Anubis, falcon-headed Horus, and + ibis-headed Thoth are repeated a thousand times, welcoming with strange + gestures the kings and priests who are rendering them homage. + </p> + <p> + The bodies, almost nude, with broad shoulders and slim waist, have a + slenderness, a grace, infinitely chaste, and the features of the faces are + of an exquisite purity. The artists who carved these charming heads, with + their long eyes, full of the ancient dream, were already skilled in their + art; but through a deficiency, which puzzles us, they were only able to + draw them in profile. All the legs, all the feet are in profile too, + although the bodies, on the other hand, face us fully. Men needed yet some + centuries of study before they understood perspective—which to us + now seems so simple—and the foreshortening of figures, and were able + to render the impression of them on a plane surface. + </p> + <p> + Many of the pictures represent King Seti, drawn without doubt from life, + for they show us almost the very features of his mummy, exhibited now in + the museum at Cairo. At his side he holds affectionately his son, the + prince-royal, Ramses (later on Ramses II., the great Sesostris of the + Greeks). They have given the latter quite a frank air, and he wears a curl + on the side of his head, as was the fashion then in childhood. He, also, + has his mummy in a glass case in the museum, and anyone who has seen that + toothless, sinister wreck, who had already attained the age of nearly a + hundred years before death delivered him to the embalmers of Thebes, will + find it difficult to believe that he could ever have been young, and worn + his hair curled so; that he could ever have played and been a child. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + We thought we had finished with the Cooks and Cookesses of the luncheon. + But alas! our horses, faster than their donkeys, overtake them in the + return journey amongst the green cornfields of Abydos; and in a stoppage + in the narrow roadway, caused by a meeting with a number of camels laden + with lucerne, we are brought to a halt in their midst. Almost touching me + is a dear little white donkey, who looks at me pensively and in such a way + that we at once understand each other. A mutual sympathy unites us. A + Cookess in spectacles surmounts him—the most hideous of them all, + bony and severe. Over her travelling costume, already sufficiently + repulsive, she wears a tennis jersey, which accentuates the angularity of + her figure, and in her person she seems the very incarnation of the + respectability of the British Isles. It would be more equitable, too—so + long are those legs of hers, which, to be sure, have scant interest for + the tourist—if she carried the donkey. + </p> + <p> + The poor little white thing regards me with melancholy. His ears twitch + restlessly and his beautiful eyes, so fine, so observant of everything, + say to me as plain as words: + </p> + <p> + “She is a beauty, isn't she?” + </p> + <p> + “She is, indeed, my poor little donkey. But think of this: fixed on thy + back as she is, thou hast this advantage over me—thou seest her + not!” + </p> + <p> + But my reflection, though judicious enough, does not console him, and his + look answers me that he would be much prouder if he carried, like so many + of his comrades, a simple pack of sugarcanes. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0011" id="link2HCH0011"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XI + </h2> + <h3> + THE DOWNFALL OF THE NILE + </h3> + <p> + Some thousands of years ago, at the beginning of our geological period, + when the continents had taken, in the last great upheaval, almost the + forms by which we now know them, and when the rivers began to trace their + hesitating courses, it happened that the rains of a whole watershed of + Africa were precipitated in one formidable torrent across the + uninhabitable region which stretches from the Atlantic to the Indian + Ocean, and is called the region of the deserts. And this enormous + waterway, lost as it was in the sands, by-and-by regulated its course: it + became the Nile, and with untiring patience set itself to the proper task + of river, which in this accursed zone might well have seemed an impossible + one. First it had to round all the blocks of granite scattered in its way + in the high plains of Nubia; and then, and more especially, to deposit, + little by little, successive layers of mud, to form a living artery, to + create, as it were, a long green ribbon in the midst of this infinite + domain of death. + </p> + <p> + How long ago is it since the work of the great river began? There is + something fearful in the thought. During the 5000 years of which we have + any knowledge the incessant deposit of mud has scarcely widened this strip + of inhabited Egypt, which at the most ancient period of history was almost + as it is to-day. And as for the granite blocks on the plains of Nubia, how + many thousands of years did it need to roll them and to polish them thus? + In the times of the Pharaohs they already had their present rounded forms, + worn smooth by the friction of the water, and the hieroglyphic + inscriptions on their surfaces are not perceptibly effaced, though they + have suffered the periodical inundation of the summer for some forty or + fifty centuries! + </p> + <p> + It was an exceptional country, this valley of the Nile; marvellous and + unique; fertile without rain, watered according to its need by the great + river, without the help of any cloud. It knew not the dull days and the + humidity under which we suffer, but kept always the changeless sky of the + immense surrounding deserts, which exhaled no vapour that might dim the + horizon. It was this eternal splendour of its light, no doubt, and this + easiness of life, which brought forth here the first fruits of human + thought. This same Nile, after having so patiently created the soil of + Egypt, became also the father of that people, which led the way for all + others—like those early branches that one sees in spring, which + shoot first from the stem, and sometimes die before the summer. It nursed + that people, whose least vestiges we discover to-day with surprise and + wonder; a people who, in the very dawn, in the midst of the original + barbarity, conceived magnificently the infinite and the divine; who placed + with such certainty and grandeur the first architectural lines, from which + afterwards our architecture was to be derived; who laid the bases of art, + of science, and of all knowledge. + </p> + <p> + Later on, when this beautiful flower of humanity was faded, the Nile, + flowing always in the midst of its deserts, seems to have had for mission, + during nearly two thousand years, the maintenance on its banks of a kind + of immobility and desuetude, which was in a way a homage of respect for + these stupendous relics. While the sand was burying the ruins of the + temples and the battered faces of the colossi, nothing changed under this + sky of changeless blue. The same cultivation proceeded on the banks as in + the oldest ages; the same boats, with the same sails, went up and down the + thread of water; the same songs kept time to the eternal human toil. The + race of fellahs, the unconscious guardian of a prodigious past, slept on + without desire of change, and almost without suffering. And time passed + for Egypt in a great peace of sunlight and of death. + </p> + <p> + But to-day the foreigners are masters here, and have wakened the old Nile—wakened + to enslave it. In less than twenty years they have disfigured its valley, + which until then had preserved itself like a sanctuary. They have silenced + its cataracts, captured its precious water by dams, to pour it afar off on + plains that are become like marshes and already sully with their mists the + crystal clearness of the sky. The ancient rigging no longer suffices to + water the land under cultivation. Machines worked by steam, which draw the + water more quickly, commence to rise along the banks, side by side with + new factories. Soon there will scarcely be a river more dishonoured than + this, by iron chimneys and thick, black smoke. And it is happening apace, + this exploitation of the Nile—hastily, greedily, as in a hunt for + spoils. And thus all its beauty disappears, for its monotonous course, + through regions endless alike, won us only by its calm and its old-world + mystery. + </p> + <p> + Poor Nile of the prodigies! One feels sometimes still its departing charm, + stray corners of it remain intact. There are days of transcendent + clearness, incomparable evenings, when one may still forget the ugliness + and the smoke. But the classic expedition by dahabiya, the ascent of the + river from Cairo to Nubia, will soon have ceased to be worth making. + </p> + <p> + Ordinarily this voyage is made in the winter, so that the traveller may + follow the course of the sun as it makes its escape towards the southern + hemisphere. The water then is low and the valley parched. Leaving the + cosmopolitan town of modern Cairo, the iron bridges, and the pretentious + hotels, with their flaunting inscriptions, it imparts a sense of sudden + peacefulness to pass along the large and rapid waters of this river, + between the curtains of palm-trees on the banks, borne by a dahabiya where + one is master and, if one likes, may be alone. + </p> + <p> + At first, for a day or two, the great haunting triangles of the pyramids + seem to follow you, those of Dashur and that of Sakkarah succeeding to + those of Gizeh. For a long time the horizon is disturbed by their gigantic + silhouettes. As we recede from them, and they disengage themselves better + from neighbouring things, they seem, as happens in the case of mountains, + to grow higher. And when they have finally disappeared, we have still to + ascend slowly and by stages some six hundred miles of river before we + reach the first cataract. Our way lies through monotonous desert regions + where the hours and days are marked chiefly by the variations of the + wonderful light. Except for the phantasmagoria of the mornings and + evenings, there is no outstanding feature on these dull-coloured banks, + where may be seen, with never a change at all, the humble pastoral life of + the fellahs. The sun is burning, the starlit nights clear and cold. A + withering wind, which blows almost without ceasing from the north, makes + you shiver as soon as the twilight falls. + </p> + <p> + One may travel for league after league along this slimy water and make + head for days and weeks against its current—which glides + everlastingly past the dahabiya, in little hurrying waves—without + seeing this warm, fecundating river, compared with which our rivers of + France are mere negligible streams, either diminish or increase or hasten. + And on the right and left of us as we pass are unfolded indefinitely the + two parallel chains of barren limestone, which imprison so narrowly the + Egypt of the harvests: on the west that of the Libyan desert, which every + morning the first rays of the sun tint with a rosy coral that nothing + seems to dull; and in the east that of the desert of Arabia, which never + fails in the evening to retain the light of the setting sun, and looks + then like a mournful girdle of glowing embers. Sometimes the two parallel + walls sheer off and give more room to the green fields, to the woods of + palm-trees, and the little oases, separated by streaks of golden sand. + Sometimes they approach so closely to the Nile that habitable Egypt is no + wider than some two or three poor fields of corn, lying right on the + water's edge, behind which the dead stones and the dead sands commence at + once. And sometimes, even, the desert chain closes in so as to overhang + the river with its reddish-white cliffs, which no rain ever comes to + freshen, and in which, at different heights, gape the square holes leading + to the habitations of the mummies. These mountains, which in the distance + look so beautiful in their rose-colour, and make, as it were, interminable + back-cloths to all that happens on the river banks, were perforated, + during some 5000 years, for the introduction of sarcophagi and now they + swarm with old dead bodies. + </p> + <p> + And all that passes on the banks, indeed, changes as little as the + background. + </p> + <p> + First there is that gesture, supple and superb, but always the same, of + the women in their long black robes who come without ceasing to fill their + long-necked jars and carry them away balanced on their veiled heads. Then + the flocks which shepherds, draped in mourning, bring to the river to + drink, goats and sheep and asses all mixed up together. And then the + buffaloes, massive and mud-coloured, who descend calmly to bathe. And, + finally, the great labour of the watering: the traditional noria, turned + by a little bull with bandaged eyes and, above all, the shaduf, worked by + men whose naked bodies stream with the cold water. + </p> + <p> + The shadufs follow one another sometimes as far as the eye can see. It is + strange to watch the movement—confused in the distance—of all + these long rods which pump the water without ceasing, and look like the + swaying of living antennae. The same sight was to be seen along this river + in the times of the Ramses. But suddenly, at some bend of the river, the + old Pharaonic rigging disappears, to give place to a succession of steam + machines, which, more even than the muscles of the fellahs, are busy at + the water-drawing. Before long their blackish chimneys will make a + continuous border to the tamed Nile. + </p> + <p> + Did one not know their bearings, the great ruins of this Egypt would pass + unnoticed. With a few rare exceptions they lie beyond the green plains on + the threshold of the solitudes. And against the changeless, rose-coloured + background of these cliffs of the desert, which follow you during the + whole of this tranquil navigation of some 600 miles, are to be seen only + the humble towns and villages of to-day, which have the neutral colour of + the ground. Some openwork minarets dominate them—white spots above + the prevailing dullness. Clouds of pigeons whirl round in the + neighbourhood. And amongst the little houses, which are only cubes of mud, + baked in the sun, the palm-trees of Africa, either singly or in mighty + clusters, rise superbly and cast on these little habitations the shade of + their palms which sway in the wind. Not long ago, although indeed + everything in these little towns was mournful and stagnant, one would have + been tempted to stop in passing, drawn by that nameless peace that + belonged to the Old East and to Islam. But, now, before the smallest + hamlet—amongst the beautiful primitive boats, that still remain in + great numbers, pointing their yards, like very long reeds, into the sky—there + is always, for the meeting of the tourist boats, an enormous black + pontoon, which spoils the whole scene by its presence and its great + advertising inscription: “Thomas Cook & Son (Egypt Ltd.).” And, what + is more, one hears the whistling of the railway, which runs mercilessly + along the river, bringing from the Delta to the Soudan the hordes of + European invaders. And to crown all, adjoining the station is inevitably + some modern factory, throned there in a sort of irony, and dominating the + poor crumbling things that still presume to tell of Egypt and of mystery. + </p> + <p> + And so now, except at the towns or villages which lead to celebrated + ruins, we stop no longer. It is necessary to proceed farther and for the + halt of the night to seek an obscure hamlet, a silent recess, where we may + moor our dahabiya against the venerable earth of the bank. + </p> + <p> + And so one goes on, for days and weeks, between these two interminable + cliffs of reddish chalk, filled with their hypogea and mummies, which are + the walls of the valley of the Nile, and will follow us up to the first + cataract, until our entrance into Nubia. There only will the appearance + and nature of the rocks of the desert change, to become the more sombre + granite out of which the Pharaohs carved their obelisks and the great + figures of their gods. + </p> + <p> + We go on and on, ascending the thread of this eternal current, and the + regularity of the wind, the persistent clearness of the sky, the monotony + of the great river, which winds but never ends, all conspire to make us + forget the hours and days that pass. However deceived and disappointed we + may be at seeing the profanation of the river banks, here, nevertheless, + isolated on the water, we do not lose the peace of being a wanderer, a + stranger amongst an equipage of silent Arabs, who every evening prostrate + themselves in confiding prayer. + </p> + <p> + And, moreover, we are moving towards the south, towards the sun, and every + day has a more entrancing clearness, a more caressing warmth, and the + bronze of the faces that we see on our way takes on a deeper tint. + </p> + <p> + And then too one mixes intimately with the life of the river bank, which + is still so absorbing and, at certain hours, when the horizon is unsullied + by the smoke of pit-coal, recalls you to the days of artless toil and + healthy beauty. In the boats that meet us, half-naked men, revelling in + their movement, in the sun and air, sing, as they ply their oars, those + songs of the Nile that are as old as Thebes or Memphis. When the wind + rises there is a riotous unfurling of sails, which, stretched on their + long yards, give to the dahabiyas the air of birds in full flight. Bending + right over in the wind, they skim along with a lively motion, carrying + their cargoes of men and beasts and primitive things. Women are there + draped still in the ancient fashion, and sheep and goats, and sometimes + piles of fruit and gourds, and sacks of grain. Many are laden to the + water's edge with these earthenware jars, unchanged for 3000 years, which + the fellaheens know how to place on their heads with so much grace—and + one sees these heaps of fragile pottery gliding along the water as if + carried by the gigantic wings of a gull. And in the far-off, almost + fabulous, days the life of the mariners of the Nile had the same aspect, + as is shown by the bas-reliefs on the oldest tombs; it required the same + play of muscles and of sails; was accompanied no doubt by the same songs, + and was subject to the withering caress of this same desert wind. And + then, as now, the same unchanging rose coloured the continuous curtain of + the mountains. + </p> + <p> + But all at once there is a noise of machinery, and whistlings, and in the + air, which was just now so pure, rise noxious columns of black smoke. The + modern steamers are coming, and throw into disorder the flotillas of the + past; colliers that leave great eddies in their wake, or perhaps a + wearisome lot of those three-decked tourist boats, which make a great + noise as they plough the water, and are laden for the most part with ugly + women, snobs and imbeciles. + </p> + <p> + Poor, poor Nile! which reflected formerly on its warm mirror the utmost of + earthly splendour, which bore in its time so many barques of gods and + goddesses in procession behind the golden barge of Amen, and knew in the + dawn of the ages only an impeccable purity, alike of the human form and of + architectural design! What a downfall is here! To be awakened from that + disdainful sleep of twenty centuries and made to carry the floating + barracks of Thomas Cook & Son, to feed sugar factories, and to exhaust + itself in nourishing with its mud the raw material for English + cotton-stuffs. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0012" id="link2HCH0012"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XII + </h2> + <h3> + IN THE TEMPLE OF THE GODDESS OF LOVE AND JOY + </h3> + <p> + It is the month of March, but as gay and splendid as in our June. Around + us are fields of corn, of lucerne, and the flowering bean. And the air is + full of restless birds, singing deliriously for very joy in the voluptuous + business of their nests and coveys. Our way lies over a fertile soil, + saturated with vital substances—some paradise for beasts no doubt, + for they swarm on every side: flocks of goats with a thousand bleating + kids; she-asses with their frisking young; cows and cow-buffaloes feeding + their calves; all turned loose among the crops, to browse at their + leisure, as if there were here a superabundance of the riches of the soil. + </p> + <p> + What country is this that shows no sign of human habitation, that knows no + village, nor any distant spire? The crops are like ours at home—wheat, + lucerne, and the flowering bean that perfumes the air with its white + blossoms. But there is an excess of light in the sky and, in the distance, + an extraordinary clearness. And then these fertile plains, that might be + those of some “Promised Land,” seem to be bounded far away, on left and + right, by two parallel stone walls, two chains of rose-coloured mountains, + whose aspect is obviously desertlike. Besides, amongst the numerous + animals that are familiar, there are camels, feeding their strange + nurslings that look like four-legged ostriches. And finally some peasants + appear beyond in the cornfields; they are veiled in long black draperies. + It is the East then, an African land, or some oasis of Arabia? + </p> + <p> + The sun at this moment is hidden from us by a band of clouds, that + stretches, right above our head, from one end of the sky to the other, + like a long skein of white wool. It is alone in the blue void, and seems + to make more peaceful, and even a little mysterious, the wonderful light + of the fields we traverse—these fields intoxicated with life and + vibrant with the music of birds; while, by contrast, the distant + landscape, unshaded by clouds, is resplendent with a more incisive + clearness and the desert beyond seems deluged with rays. + </p> + <p> + The pathway that we have been following, ill defined as it is in the + grassy fields, leads us at length under a large ruinous portico—a + relic of goodness knows what olden days—which still rises here, + quite isolated, altogether strange and unexpected, in the midst of the + green expanse of pasture and tillage. We had seen it from a great + distance, so pure and clear is the air; and in approaching it we perceive + that it is colossal, and in relief on its lintel is designed a globe with + two long wings outspread symmetrically. + </p> + <p> + It behoves us now to make obeisance with almost religious reverence, for + this winged disc is a symbol which gives at length an indication of the + place immediate and absolute. It is Egypt, the country—Egypt, our + ancient mother. And there before us must once have stood a temple + reverenced of the people, or some great vanished town; its fragments of + columns and sculptured capitals are strewn about in the fields of lucerne. + How inexplicable it seems that this land of ancient splendours, which + never ceased indeed to be nutritive and prodigiously fertile, should have + returned, for some hundreds of years now, to the humble pastoral life of + the peasants. + </p> + <p> + Through the green crops and the assembled herds our pathway seems to lead + to a kind of hill rising alone in the midst of the plains—a hill + which is neither of the same colour nor the same nature as the mountains + of the surrounding deserts. Behind us the portico recedes little by little + in the distance; its tall imposing silhouette, as mournful and solitary, + throws an infinite sadness on this sea of meadows, which spread their + peace where once was a centre of magnificence. + </p> + <p> + The wind now rises in sharp, lashing gusts—the wind of Egypt that + never seems to fall, and is bitter and wintry for all the burning of the + sun. The growing corn bends before it, showing the gloss of its young + quivering leaves, and the herded beasts move close to one another and turn + their backs to the squall. + </p> + <p> + As we draw nearer to this singular hill it is revealed as a mass of ruins. + And the ruins are all of a kind, of a brownish-red. They are the remains + of the colonial towns of the Romans, which subsisted here for some two or + three hundred years (an almost negligible moment of time in the long + history of Egypt), and then fell to pieces, to become in time mere + shapeless mounds on the fertile margins of the Nile and sometimes even in + the submerging sands. + </p> + <p> + A heap of little reddish bricks that once were fashioned into houses; a + heap of broken jars or amphorae—myriads of them—that served to + carry the water from the old nourishing river; and the remains of walls, + repaired at diverse epochs, where stones inscribed with hieroglyphs lie + upside down against fragments of Grecian obelisks or Coptic sculptures or + Roman capitals. In our countries, where the past is of yesterday, we have + nothing resembling such a chaos of dead things. + </p> + <p> + Nowadays the sanctuary is reached through a large cutting in this hill of + ruins; incredible heaps of bricks and broken pottery enclose it on all + sides like a jealous rampart. Until recently indeed they covered it almost + to its roof. From the very first its appearance is disconcerting: it is so + grand, so austere and gloomy. A strange dwelling, to be sure, for the + Goddess of Love and Joy. It seems more fit to be the home of the Prince of + Darkness and of Death. A severe doorway, built of gigantic stones and + surmounted by a winged disc, opens on to an asylum of religious mystery, + on to depths where massive columns disappear in the darkness of deep + night. + </p> + <p> + Immediately on entering there is a coolness and a resonance as of a + sepulchre. First, the pronaos, where we still see clearly, between pillars + carved with hieroglyphs. Were it not for the large human faces which serve + for the capitals of the columns, and are the image of the lovely Hathor, + the goddess of the place, this temple of the decadent epoch would scarcely + differ from those built in this country two thousand years before. It has + the same square massiveness. + </p> + <p> + And in the dark blue ceilings there are the same frescoes, filled with + stars, with the signs of the Zodiac, and series of winged discs; in + bas-relief on the walls, the same multitudinous crowd of people who + gesticulate and make signs to one another with their hands—eternally + the same mysterious signs, repeated to infinity, everywhere—in the + palaces, the hypogea, the syringes, and on the sarcophagi and papyri of + the mummies. + </p> + <p> + The Memphite and Theban temples, which preceded this by so many centuries, + and far surpassed it in grandeur, have all lost, in consequence of the + falling of the enormous granites of their roofs, their cherished gloom, + and, what is the same thing, their religious mystery. But in the temple of + the lovely Hathor, on the contrary, except for some figures mutilated by + the hammers of Christians or Moslems, everything has remained intact, and + the lofty ceilings still throw their fearsome shadows. + </p> + <p> + The gloom deepens in the hypostyle which follows the pronaos. Then come, + one after another, two halls of increasing holiness, where the daylight + enters regretfully through narrow loopholes, barely lighting the + superposed rows of innumerable figures that gesticulate on the walls. And + then, after other majestic corridors, we reach the heart of this heap of + terrible stones, the holy of holies, enveloped in deep gloom. The + hieroglyphic inscriptions name this place the “Hall of Mystery” and + formerly the high priest <i>alone, and he only once in each year</i>, had + the right to enter it for the performance of some now unknown rites. + </p> + <p> + The “Hall of Mystery” is empty to-day, despoiled long since of the emblems + of gold and precious stones that once filled it. The meagre little flames + of the candles we have lit scarcely pierce the darkness which thickens + over our heads towards the granite ceilings; at the most they only allow + us to distinguish on the walls of the vast rectangular cavern the serried + ranks of figures who exchange among themselves their disconcerting mute + conversations. + </p> + <p> + Towards the end of the ancient and at the beginning of the Christian era, + Egypt, as we know, still exercised such a fascination over the world, by + its ancestral prestige, by the memory of its dominating past, and the + sovereign permanence of its ruins, that it imposed its gods upon its + conquerors, its handwriting, its architecture, nay, even its religious + rites and its mummies. The Ptolemies built temples here, which reproduce + those of Thebes and Abydos. Even the Romans, although they had already + discovered the <i>vault</i>, followed here the primitive models, and + continued those granite ceilings, made of monstrous slabs, placed flat, + like our beams. And so this temple of Hathor, built though it was in the + time of Cleopatra and Augustus, on a site venerable in the oldest + antiquity, recalls at first sight some conception of the Ramses. + </p> + <p> + If, however, you examine it more closely, there appears, particularly in + the thousands of figures in bas-relief, a considerable divergence. The + poses are the same indeed, and so too are the traditional gestures. But + the exquisite grace of line is gone, as well as the hieratic calm of the + expressions and the smiles. In the Egyptian art of the best periods the + slender figures are as pure as the flowers they hold in their hands; their + muscles may be indicated in a precise and skilful manner, but they remain, + for all that, immaterial. The god Amen himself, the procreator, drawn + often with an absolute crudity, would seem chaste compared with the hosts + of this temple. For here, on the contrary, the figures might be those of + living people, palpitating and voluptuous, who had posed themselves for + sport in these consecrated attitudes. The throat of the beautiful goddess, + her hips, her unveiled nakedness, are portrayed with a searching and + lingering realism; the flesh seems almost to quiver. She and her spouse, + the beautiful Horus, son of Iris, contemplate each other, naked, one + before the other, and their laughing eyes are intoxicated with love. + </p> + <p> + Around the holy of holies is a number of halls, in deep shadow and massive + as so many fortresses. They were used formerly for mysterious and + complicated rites, and in them, as everywhere else, there is no corner of + the wall but is overloaded with figures and hieroglyphs. Bats are asleep + in the blue ceilings, where the winged discs, painted in fresco, look like + flights of birds; and the hornets of the neighbouring fields have built + their nests there in hundreds, so that they hang like stalactites. + </p> + <p> + Several staircases lead to the vast terraces formed by the great roofs of + the temple—staircases narrow, stifling and dimly lighted by + loopholes that reveal the heart-breaking thickness of the walls. And here + again are the inevitable rows of figures, carved on all the walls, in the + same familiar attitudes; they mount with us as we ascend, making all the + time the self-same signs one to another. + </p> + <p> + As we emerge on to the roofs, bathed now in Egyptian sunlight and swept by + a cold and bitter wind, we are greeted by a noise as of an aviary. It is + the kingdom of the sparrows, who have built their nests in thousands in + this temple of the complaisant goddess. They twitter now all together and + with all their might out of very joy of living. It is an esplanade, this + roof—a solitude paved with gigantic flagstones. From it we see, + beyond the heaps of ruins, those happy plains, which are spread out with + such a perfect serenity on the very ground where once stood the town of + Denderah, beloved of Hathor and one of the most famous of Upper Egypt. + Exquisitely green are these plains with the new growth of wheat and + lucerne and bean; and the herds that are grouped here and there on the + fresh verdure of the level pastures, swaying now and undulating in the + wind, look like so many dark patches. And the two chains of mountains of + rose-coloured stone, that run parallel—on the east that of the + desert of Arabia, on the west that of the Libyan desert—enclose, in + the distance, this valley of the Nile, this land of plenty, which, alike + in antiquity as in our days, has excited the greed of predatory races. The + temple has also some underground dependencies or crypts into which you + descend by staircases as of dungeons; sometimes even you have to crawl + through holes to reach them. Long superposed galleries which might serve + as hiding-places for treasure; long corridors recalling those which, in + bad dreams, threaten to close in and bury you. And the innumerable + figures, of course, are here too, gesticulating on the walls; and endless + representations of the lovely goddess, whose swelling bosom, which has + preserved almost intact the flesh colour applied in the times of the + Ptolemies, we have perforce to graze as we pass. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + In one of the vestibules that we have to traverse on our way out of the + sanctuary, amongst the numerous bas-reliefs representing various + sovereigns paying homage to the beautiful Hathor, is one of a young man, + crowned with a royal tiara shaped like the head of a uraeus. He is shown + seated in the traditional Pharaonic pose and is none other than the + Emperor Nero! + </p> + <p> + The hieroglyphs of the cartouche are there to affirm his identity, albeit + the sculptor, not knowing his actual physiognomy, has given him the + traditional features, regular as those of the god Horus. During the + centuries of the Roman domination the Western emperors used to send from + home instructions that their likeness should be placed on the walls of the + temples, and that offerings should be made in their name to the Egyptian + divinities—and this notwithstanding that in their eyes Egypt must + have seemed so far away, a colony almost at the end of the earth. (And it + was such a goddess as this, of secondary rank in the times of the + Pharaohs, that was singled out as the favourite of the Romans of the + decadence.) + </p> + <p> + The Emperor Nero! As a matter of fact at the very time these bas-reliefs—almost + the last—and these expiring hieroglyphics were being inscribed, the + confused primitive theogonies had almost reached their end and the days of + the Goddess of Joy were numbered. There had been conceived in Judaea + symbols more lofty and more pure, which were to rule a great part of the + world for two thousand years—afterwards, alas, to decline in their + turn; and men were about to throw themselves passionately into + renunciation, asceticism and fraternal pity. + </p> + <p> + How strange it is to say! Even while the sculptor was carving this archaic + bas-relief, and was using, for the engraving of its name, characters that + dated back to the night of the ages, there were already Christians + assembled in the catacombs at Rome and dying in ecstasy in the arena! + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0013" id="link2HCH0013"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIII + </h2> + <h3> + MODERN LUXOR + </h3> + <p> + The waters of the Nile being already low my dahabiya—delayed by + strandings—had not been able to reach Luxor, and we had moored + ourselves, as the darkness began to fall, at a casual spot on the bank. + </p> + <p> + “We are quite near,” the pilot had told me before departing to make his + evening prayer; “in an hour, to-morrow, we shall be there.” + </p> + <p> + And the gentle night descended upon us in this spot which did not seem to + differ at all from so any others where, for a month past now, we had + moored our boat at hazard to await the daybreak. On the banks were dark + confused masses of foliage, above which here and there a high date-palm + outlined its black plumes. The air was filled with the multitudinous + chirpings of the crickets of Upper Egypt, which make their music here + almost throughout the year in the odorous warmth of the grass. And, + presently, in the midst of the silence, rose the cries of the night birds, + like the mournful mewings of cats. And that was all—save for the + infinite calm of the desert that is always present, dominating everything, + although scarcely noticed and, as it were, latent. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + And this morning, at the rising of the sun, is pure and splendid as all + other mornings. A tint of rosy coral comes gradually to life on the summit + of the Libyan mountains, standing out from the gridelin shadows which, in + the heavens, were the rearguard of the night. + </p> + <p> + But my eyes, grown accustomed during the last few weeks to this glorious + spectacle of the dawn, turn themselves, as if by force of some attraction, + towards a strange and quite unusual thing, which, less than a mile away + along the river, on the Arabian bank, rises upright in the midst of the + mournful plains. At first it looks like a mass of towering rocks, which in + this hour of twilight magic have taken on a pale violet colour, and seem + almost transparent. And the sun, scarcely emerged from the desert, lights + them in a curious gradation, and orders their contours with a fringe of + fresh rose-colour. And they are not rocks, in fact, for as we look more + closely, they show us lines symmetrical and straight. Not rocks, but + architectural masses, tremendous and superhuman, placed there in attitudes + of quasi-eternal stability. And out of them rise the points of two + obelisks, sharp as the blade of a lance. And then, at once, I understand—Thebes! + </p> + <p> + Thebes! Last evening it was hidden in the shadow and I did not know it was + so near. But Thebes assuredly it is, for nothing else in the world could + produce such an apparition. And I salute with a kind of shudder of respect + this unique and sovereign ruin, which had haunted me for many years, but + which until now life had not left me time to visit. + </p> + <p> + And now for Luxor, which in the epoch of the Pharaohs was a suburb of the + royal town, and is still its port. It is there, it seems, where we must + stop our dahabiya in order to proceed to the fabulous palace which the + rising sun has just disclosed to us. + </p> + <p> + And while my equipage of bronze—intoning that song, as old as Egypt + and everlastingly the same, which seems to help the men in their arduous + work—is busy unfastening the chain which binds us to the bank, I + continue to watch the distant apparition. It emerges gradually from the + light morning mists which, perhaps, made it seem even larger than it is. + The clear light of the ascending sun shows it now in detail; and reveals + it as all battered, broken and ruinous in the midst of a silent plain, on + the yellow carpet of the desert. And how this sun, rising in its clear + splendour, seems to crush it with its youth and stupendous duration. This + same sun had attained to its present round form, had acquired the clear + precision of its disc, and begun its daily promenade over the country of + the sands, countless centuries of centuries, before it saw, as it might be + yesterday, this town of Thebes arise; an attempt at magnificence which + seemed to promise for the human pygmies a sufficiently interesting future, + but which, in the event, we have not been able even to equal. And it + proved, too, a thing quite puny and derisory, since here it is laid low, + after having subsisted barely four negligible thousands of years. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + An hour later we arrive at Luxor, and what a surprise awaits us there! + </p> + <p> + The thing which dominates the whole town, and may be seen five or six + miles away, is the Winter Palace, a hasty modern production which has + grown on the border of the Nile during the past year: a colossal hotel, + obviously sham, made of plaster and mud, on a framework of iron. Twice or + three times as high as the admirable Pharaonic Temple, its impudent facade + rises there, painted a dirty yellow. One such thing, it will readily be + understood, is sufficient to disfigure pitiably the whole of the + surroundings. The old Arab town, with its little white houses, its + minarets and its palm-trees, might as well not exist. The famous temple + and the forest of heavy Osiridean columns admire themselves in vain in the + waters of the river. It is the end of Luxor. + </p> + <p> + And what a crowd of people is here! While, on the contrary, the opposite + bank seems so absolutely desertlike, with its stretches of golden sand + and, on the horizon, its mountains of the colour of glowing embers, which, + as we know, are full of mummies. + </p> + <p> + Poor Luxor! Along the banks is a row of tourist boats, a sort of two or + three storeyed barracks, which nowadays infest the Nile from Cairo to the + Cataracts. Their whistlings and the vibration of their dynamos make an + intolerable noise. How shall I find a quiet place for my dahabiya, where + the functionaries of Messrs. Cook will not come to disturb me? + </p> + <p> + We can now see nothing of the palaces of Thebes, whither I am to repair in + the evening. We are farther from them than we were last night. The + apparition during our morning's journey had slowly receded in the plains + flooded by sunlight. And then the Winter Palace and the new boats shut out + the view. + </p> + <p> + But this modern quay of Luxor, where I disembark at ten o'clock in the + morning in clear and radiant sunshine, is not without its amusing side. + </p> + <p> + In a line with the Winter Palace a number of stalls follow one another. + All those things with which our tourists are wont to array themselves are + on sale there: fans, fly flaps, helmets and blue spectacles. And, in + thousands, photographs of the ruins. And there too are the toys, the + souvenirs of the Soudan: old negro knives, panther-skins and gazelle + horns. Numbers of Indians even are come to this improvised fair, bringing + their stuffs from Rajputana and Cashmere. And, above all, there are + dealers in mummies, offering for sale mysteriously shaped coffins, + mummy-cloths, dead hands, gods, scarabaei—and the thousand and one + things that this old soil has yielded for centuries like an inexhaustible + mine. + </p> + <p> + Along the stalls, keeping in the shade of the houses and the scattered + palms, pass representatives of the plutocracy of the world. Dressed by the + same costumiers, bedecked in the same plumes, and with faces reddened by + the same sun, the millionaire daughters of Chicago merchants elbow their + sisters of the old nobility. Pressing amongst them impudent young Bedouins + pester the fair travellers to mount their saddled donkeys. And as if they + were charged to add to this babel a note of beauty, the battalions of Mr. + Cook, of both sexes, and always in a hurry, pass by with long strides. + </p> + <p> + Beyond the shops, following the line of the quay, there are other hotels. + Less aggressive, all of them, than the Winter Palace, they have had the + discretion not to raise themselves too high, and to cover their fronts + with white chalk in the Arab fashion, even to conceal themselves in + clusters of palm-trees. + </p> + <p> + And finally there is the colossal temple of Luxor, looking as out of place + now as the poor obelisk which Egypt gave us as a present, and which stands + to-day in the Place de la Concorde. + </p> + <p> + Bordering the Nile, it is a colossal grove of stone, about three hundred + yards in length. In epochs of a magnificence that is now scarcely + conceivable this forest of columns grew high and thick, rising impetuously + at the bidding of Amenophis and the great Ramses. And how beautiful it + must have been even yesterday, dominating in its superb disarray this + surrounding country, vowed for centuries to neglect and silence! + </p> + <p> + But to-day, with all these things that men have built around it, you might + say that it no longer exists. + </p> + <p> + We reach an iron-barred gate and, to enter, have to show our permit to the + guards. Once inside the immense sanctuary, perhaps we shall find solitude + again. But, alas, under the profaned columns a crowd of people passes, + with <i>Baedekers</i> in their hands, the same people that one sees here + everywhere, the same world as frequents Nice and the Riviera. And, to + crown the mockery, the noise of the dynamos pursues us even here, for the + boats of Messrs. Cook are moored to the bank close by. + </p> + <p> + Hundreds of columns, columns which are anterior by many centuries to those + of Greece, and represent, in their naïve enormity, the first conceptions + of the human brain. Some are fluted and give the impression of sheaves of + monstrous weeds; others, quite plain and simple, imitate the stem of the + papyrus, and bear by way of capital its strange flower. The tourists, like + the flies, enter at certain times of the day, which it suffices to know. + Soon the little bells of the hotels will call them away and the hour of + midday will find me here alone. But what in heaven's name will deliver me + from the noise of the dynamos? But look! beyond there, at the bottom of + the sanctuaries, in the part which should be the holy of holies, that + great fresco, now half effaced, but still clearly visible on the wall—how + unexpected and arresting it is! An image of Christ! Christ crowned with + the Byzantine aureole. It has been painted on a coarse plaster, which + seems to have been added by an unskilful hand, and is wearing off and + exposing the hieroglyphs beneath. . . . This temple, in fact, almost + indestructible by reason of its massiveness, has passed through the hands + of diverse masters. Its antiquity was already legendary in the time of + Alexander the Great, on whose behalf a chapel was added to it; and later + on, in the first ages of Christianity, a corner of the ruins was turned + into a cathedral. The tourists begin to depart, for the lunch bell calls + them to the neighbouring <i>tables d'hote</i>; and while I wait till they + shall be gone, I occupy myself in following the bas-reliefs which are + displayed for a length of more than a hundred yards along the base of the + walls. It is one long row of people moving in their thousands all in the + same direction—the ritual procession of the God Amen. With the care + which characterised the Egyptians to draw everything from life so as to + render it eternal, there are represented here the smallest details of a + day of festival three or four thousand years ago. And how like it is to a + holiday of the people of to-day! Along the route of the procession are + ranged jugglers and sellers of drinks and fruits, and negro acrobats who + walk on their hands and twist themselves into all kinds of contortions. + But the procession itself was evidently of a magnificence such as we no + longer know. The number of musicians and priests, of corporations, of + emblems and banners, is quite bewildering. The God Amen himself came by + water, on the river, in his golden barge with its raised prow, followed by + the barques of all the other gods and goddesses of his heaven. The reddish + stone, carved with minute care, tells me all this, as it has already told + it to so many dead generations, so that I seem almost to see it. + </p> + <p> + And now everybody has gone: the colonnades are empty and the noise of the + dynamos has ceased. Midday approaches with its torpor. The whole temple + seems to be ablaze with rays, and I watch the clear-cut shadows cast by + this forest of stone gradually shortening on the ground. The sun, which + just now shone, all smiles and gaiety, upon the quay of the new town amid + the uproar of the stall-keepers, the donkey drivers and the cosmopolitan + passengers, casts here a sullen, impassive and consuming fire. And + meanwhile the shadows shorten—and just as they do every day, beneath + this sky which is never overcast, just as they have done for five and + thirty centuries, these columns, these friezes and this temple itself, + like a mysterious and solemn sundial, record patiently on the ground the + slow passing of the hours. Verily for us, the ephemerae of thought, this + unbroken continuity of the sun of Egypt has more of melancholy even than + the changing, overcast skies of our climate. + </p> + <p> + And now, at last, the temple is restored to solitude and all noise in the + neighbourhood has ceased. + </p> + <p> + An avenue bordered by very high columns, of which the capitals are in the + form of the full-blown flowers of the papyrus, leads me to a place shut in + and almost terrible, where is massed an assembly of colossi. Two, who, if + they were standing, would be quite ten yards in height, are seated on + thrones on either side of the entrance. The others, ranged on the three + sides of the courtyard, stand upright behind colonnades, but look as if + they were about to issue thence and to stride rapidly towards me. Some + broken and battered, have lost their faces and preserve only their + intimidating attitude. Those that remain intact—white faces beneath + their Sphinx's headgear—open their eyes wide and smile. + </p> + <p> + This was formerly the principal entrance, and the office of these colossi + was to welcome the multitudes. But now the gates of honour flanked by + obelisks of red granite, are obstructed by a litter of enormous ruins. And + the courtyard has become a place voluntarily closed, where nothing of the + outside world is any longer to be seen. In moments of silence, one can + abstract oneself from all the neighbouring modern things, and forget the + hour, the day, the century even, in the midst of these gigantic figures, + whose smile disdains the flight of ages. The granites within which we are + immured—and in such terrible company—shut out everything save + the point of an old neighbouring minaret which shows now against the blue + of the sky: a humble graft of Islam which grew here amongst the ruins some + centuries ago, when the ruins themselves had already subsisted for three + thousand years—a little mosque built on a mass of debris, which it + new protects with its inviolability. How many treasures and relics and + documents are hidden and guarded by this mosque of the peristyle! For none + would dare to dig in the ground within its sacred walls. + </p> + <p> + Gradually the silence of the temple becomes profound. And if the shortened + shadows betray the hour of noon, there is nothing to tell to what + millennium that hour belongs. The silences and middays like to this, which + have passed before the eyes of these giants ambushed in their colonnades—who + could count them? + </p> + <p> + High above us, lost in the incandescent blue, soar the birds of prey—and + they were there in the times of the Pharaohs, displaying in the air + identical plumages, uttering the same cries. The beasts and plants, in the + course of time, have varied less than men, and remain unchanged in the + smallest details. + </p> + <p> + Each of the colossi around me—standing there proudly with one leg + advanced as if for a march, heavy and sure, which nothing should withstand—grasps + passionately in his clenched fist, at the end of the muscular arm, a kind + of buckled cross, which in Egypt was the symbol of eternal life. And this + is what the decision of their movement symbolises: confident all of them + in this poor bauble which they hold in their hand, they cross with a + triumphant step the threshold of death. . . . “Eternal Life”—the + thought of immortality—how the human soul has been obsessed by it, + particularly in the periods marked by its greatest strivings! The tame + submission to the belief that the rottenness of the grave is the end of + all is characteristic of ages of decadence and mediocrity. + </p> + <p> + The three similar giants, little damaged in the course of their long + existence, who align the eastern side of this courtyard strewn with + blocks, represent, as indeed do all the others, that same Ramses II., + whose effigy was multiplied so extravagantly at Thebes and Memphis. But + these three have preserved a powerful and impetuous life. They might have + been carved and polished yesterday. Between the monstrous reddish pillars, + they look like white apparitions issuing from their embrasure of columns + and advancing together like soldiers at manoeuvres. The sun at this moment + falls perpendicularly on their heads and strange headgear, details their + everlasting smile, and then sheds itself on their shoulders and their + naked torso, exaggerating their athletic muscles. Each holding in his hand + the symbolical cross, the three giants rush forward with a formidable + stride, heads raised, smiling, in a radiant march into eternity. + </p> + <p> + Oh! this midday sun, that now pours down upon the white faces of these + giants, and displaces ever so slowly the shadows cast upon their breasts + by their chins and Osiridean beards. To think how often in the midst of + this same silence, this same ray has fallen thus, fallen from the same + changeless sky, to occupy itself in this same tranquil play! Yes, I think + that the fogs and rains of our winters, upon these stupendous ruins, would + be less sad and less terrible than the calm of this eternal sunshine. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + Suddenly a ridiculous noise begins to make the air tremble; the dynamos of + the Agencies have been put in motion, and ladies in green spectacles + arrive, a charming throng, with guidebooks and cameras. The tourists, in + short, are come out of their hotels, at the same hour as the flies awake. + And the midday peace of Luxor has come to an end. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0014" id="link2HCH0014"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIV + </h2> + <h3> + A TWENTIETH-CENTURY EVENING AT THEBES + </h3> + <p> + An impalpable dust floats in a sky which scarcely ever knows a cloud; a + dust so impalpable that, even while it powders the heavens with gold, it + leaves them their infinite transparency. It is a dust of remote ages, of + things destroyed; a dust that is here continually—of which the gold + at this moment fades to green at the zenith, but flames and glistens in + the west, for it is now that magnificent hour which marks the end of the + day's decline, and the still burning globe of the sun, quite low down in + the heaven, begins to light up on all sides the conflagration of the + evening. + </p> + <p> + This setting sun illumines with splendour a silent chaos of granite, which + is not that of the slipping of mountains, but that of ruins. And of such + ruins as, to our eyes unaccustomed hereditarily to proportions so + gigantic, seem superhuman. In places, huge masses of carven stone—pylons—still + stand upright, rising like hills. Others are crumbling in all directions + in bewildering cataracts of stone. It is difficult to conceive how these + things, so massive that they might have seemed eternal, could come to + suffer such an utter ruin. Fragments of columns, fragments of obelisks, + broken by downfalls of which the mere imagination is awful, heads and + head-dresses of giant divinities, all lie higgledy-piggledy in a disorder + beyond possible redress. Nowhere surely on our earth does the sun in his + daily revolution cast his light on such debris as this, on such a litter + of vanished palaces and dead colossi. + </p> + <p> + It was even here, seven or eight thousand years ago, under this pure + crystal sky, that the first awakening of human thought began. Our Europe + then was still sleeping, wrapped in the mantle of its damp forests; + sleeping that sleep which still had thousands of years to run. Here, a + precocious humanity, only recently emerged from the Age of Stone, that + earliest form of all, an infant humanity, which saw massively on its issue + from the massiveness of the original matter, conceived and built terrible + sanctuaries for gods, at first dreadful and vague, such as its nascent + reason allowed it to conceive them. Then the first megalithic blocks were + erected; then began that mad heaping up and up, which was to last nearly + fifty centuries; and temples were built above temples, palaces over + palaces, each generation striving to outdo its predecessor by a more + titanic grandeur. + </p> + <p> + Afterwards, four thousand years ago, Thebes was in the height of her + glory, encumbered with gods and with magnificence, the focus of the light + of the world in the most ancient historic periods; while our Occident was + still asleep and Greece and Assyria were scarcely awakened. Only in the + extreme East, a humanity of a different race, the yellow people, called to + follow in totally different ways, was fixing, so that they remain even to + our day, the oblique lines of its angular roofs and the rictus of its + monsters. + </p> + <p> + The men of Thebes, if they still saw too massively and too vastly, at + least saw straight; they saw calmly, at the same time as they saw forever. + Their conceptions, which had begun to inspire those of Greece, were + afterwards in some measure to inspire our own. In religion, in art, in + beauty under all its aspects, they were as much our ancestors as were the + Aryans. + </p> + <p> + Later again, sixteen hundred years before the birth of Christ, in one of + the apogees of the town which, in the course of its interminable duration, + experienced so many fluctuations, some ostentatious kings thought fit to + build on this ground, already covered with temples, that which still + remains the most arresting marvel of the ruins: the hypostyle hall, + dedicated to the God Amen, with its forest of columns, as monstrous as the + trunk of the baobab and as high as towers, compared with which the pillars + of our cathedrals are utterly insignificant. In those days the same gods + reigned at Thebes as three thousand years before, but in the interval they + had been transformed little by little in accordance with the progressive + development of human thought, and Amen, the host of this prodigious hall, + asserted himself more and more as the sovereign master of life and + eternity. Pharaonic Egypt was really tending, in spite of some revolts, + towards the notion of a divine unity; even, one might say, to the notion + of a supreme pity, for she already had her Apis, emanating from the + All-Powerful, born of a virgin mother, and come humbly to the earth in + order to make acquaintance with suffering. + </p> + <p> + After Seti I. and the Ramses had built, in honour of Amen, this temple, + which, beyond all doubt, is the grandest and most durable in the world, + men still continued for another fifteen centuries to heap up in its + neighbourhood those blocks of granite and marble and sandstone, whose + enormity now amazes us. Even for the invaders of Egypt, the Greeks and + Romans, this old ancestral town of towns remained imposing and unique. + They repaired its ruins, and built here temple after temple, in a style + which hardly ever changes. Even in the ages of decadence everything that + raised itself from the old, sacred soil, seemed to be impregnated a little + with the ancient grandeur. + </p> + <p> + And it was only when the early Christians ruled here, and after them the + Moslem iconoclasts, that the destruction became final. To these new + believers, who, in their simplicity, imagined themselves to be possessed + of the ultimate religious formula and to know by His right name the great + Unknowable, Thebes became the haunt of “false gods,” the abomination of + abominations, which it behoved them to destroy. + </p> + <p> + And so they set to work, penetrating with an ever-present fear into the + profound depths of the gloomy sanctuaries, mutilating first of all the + thousands of visages whose disconcerting smile frightened them, and then + exhausting themselves in the effort to uproot the colossi, which even with + the help of levers, they could not move. It was no easy task indeed, for + everything was as solid as geological masses, as rocks or promontories. + But for five or six hundred years the town was given over to the caprice + of desecrators. + </p> + <p> + And then came the centuries of silence and oblivion under the shroud of + the desert sands, which, thickening each year, proceeded to bury, and, in + the event, to preserve for us, this peerless relic. + </p> + <p> + And now, at last, Thebes is being exhumed and restored to a semblance of + life—now, after a cycle of seven or eight thousand years, when our + Western humanity, having left the primitive gods that we see here, to + embrace the Christian conception, which, even yesterday, made it live, is + in way of denying everything, and struggles before the enigma of death in + an obscurity more dismal and more fearful than in the commencement of the + ages. (More dismal and more fearful still in this, that plea of youth is + gone.) From all parts of Europe curious and unquiet spirits, as well as + mere idlers, turn their steps towards Thebes, the ancient mother. Men + clear the rubbish from its remains, devise ways of retarding the enormous + fallings of its ruins, and dig in its old soil, stored with hidden + treasure. + </p> + <p> + And this evening on one of the portals to which I have just mounted—that + which opens at the north-west and terminates the colossal artery of + temples and palaces, many very diverse groups have already taken their + places, after the pilgrimage of the day amongst the ruins. And others are + hastening towards the staircase by which we have just climbed, so as not + to miss the grand spectacle of the sun setting, always with the same + serenity, the same unchanging magnificence, behind the town which once was + consecrated to it. + </p> + <p> + French, German, English; I see them below, a lot of pygmy figures, issuing + from the hypostyle hall, and making their way towards us. Mean and pitiful + they look in their twentieth-century travellers' costumes, hurrying along + that avenue where once defiled so many processions of gods and goddesses. + And yet this, perhaps, is the only occasion on which one of these bands of + tourists does not seem to me altogether ridiculous. Amongst these groups + of unknown people, there is none who is not collected and thoughtful, or + who does not at least pretend to be so; and there is some saving quality + of grace, even some grandeur of humility, in the sentiment which has + brought them to this town of Amen, and in the homage of their silence. + </p> + <p> + We are so high on this portal that we might fancy ourselves upon a tower, + and the defaced stones of which it is built are immeasurably large. + Instinctively each one sits with his face to the glowing sun, and + consequently to the outspread distances of the fields and the desert. + </p> + <p> + Before us, under our feet, an avenue stretches away, prolonging towards + the fields the pomp of the dead city—an avenue bordered by monstrous + rams, larger than buffaloes, all crouched on their pedestals in two + parallel rows in the traditional hieratic pose. The avenue terminates + beyond at a kind of wharf or landing-stage which formerly gave on to the + Nile. It was there that the God Amen, carried and followed by long trains + of priests, came every year to take his golden barge for a solemn + procession. But it leads to-day only to the cornfields, for, in the course + of successive centuries, the river has receded little by little and now + winds its course a thousand yards away in the direction of Libya. + </p> + <p> + We can see, beyond, the old sacred Nile between the clusters of palm-trees + on its banks; meandering there like a rosy pathway, which remains, + nevertheless, in this hour of universal incandescence, astonishingly pale, + and gleams occasionally with a bluish light. And on the farther bank, from + one end to the other of the western horizon, stretches the chain of the + Libyan mountains behind which the sun is about to plunge; a chain of red + sandstone, parched since the beginning of the world—without a rival + in the preservation to perpetuity of dead bodies—which the Thebans + perforated to its extreme depths to fill it with sarcophagi. + </p> + <p> + We watch the sun descend. But we turn also to see, behind us, the ruins in + this the traditional moment of their apotheosis. Thebes, the immense + town-mummy, seems all at once to be ablaze—as if its old stones were + able still to burn; all its blocks, fallen or upright, appear to have been + suddenly made ruddy by the glow of fire. + </p> + <p> + On this side, too, the view embraces great peaceful distances. Past the + last pylons, and beyond the crumbling ramparts the country, down there + behind the town, presents the same appearance as that we were facing a + moment before. The same cornfields, the same woods of date-trees, that + make a girdle of green palms around the ruins. And, right in the + background, a chain of mountains is lit up and glows with a vivid coral + colour. It is the chain of the Arabian desert, lying parallel to that of + Libya, along the whole length of the Nile Valley—which is thus + guarded on right and left by stones and sand stretched out in profound + solitudes. + </p> + <p> + In all the surrounding country which we command from this spot there is no + indication of the present day; only here and there, amongst the + palm-trees, the villages of the field labourers, whose houses of dried + earth can scarcely have changed since the days of the Pharaohs. Our + contemporary desecrators have up till now respected the infinite desuetude + of the place, and, for the tourists who begin to haunt it, no one yet has + dared to build a hotel. + </p> + <p> + Slowly the sun descends; and behind us the granites of the town-mummy seem + to burn more and more. It is true that a slight shadow of a warmer tint, + an amaranth violet, begins to encroach upon the lower parts, spreading + along the avenues and over the open spaces. But everything that rises into + the sky—the friezes of the temples, the capitals of the columns, the + sharp points of the obelisks—are still red as glowing embers. These + all become imbued with light and continue to glow and shed a rosy + illumination until the end of the twilight. + </p> + <p> + It is a glorious hour, even for the old dust of Egypt, which fills the air + eternally, without detracting at all from its wonderful clearness. It + savours of spices, of the Bedouin, of the bitumen of the sarcophagus. And + here now it is playing the role of those powders of different shades of + gold which the Japanese use for the backgrounds of their lacquered + landscapes. It reveals itself everywhere, close to and on the horizon, + modifying at its pleasure the colour of things, and giving them a kind of + metallic lustre. The phantasy of its changes is unimaginable. Even in the + distances of the countryside, it is busy indicating by little trailing + clouds of gold the smallest pathways traversed by the herds. + </p> + <p> + And now the disc of the God of Thebes has disappeared behind the Libyan + mountains, after changing its light from red to yellow and from yellow to + green. + </p> + <p> + And thereupon the tourists, judging that the display is over for the + night, commence to descend and make ready for departure. Some in + carriages, others on donkeys, they go to recruit themselves with the + electricity and elegance of Luxor, the neighbouring town (wines and + spirits are paid for as extras, and we dress for dinner). And the dust + condescends to mark their exodus also by a last cloud of gold beneath the + palm-trees of the road. + </p> + <p> + An immediate solemnity succeeds to their departure. Above the mud houses + of the fellah villages rise slender columns of smoke, which are of a + periwinkle-blue in the midst of the still yellow atmosphere. They tell of + the humble life of these little homesteads, subsisting here, where in the + backward of the ages were so many palaces and splendours. + </p> + <p> + And the first bayings of the watchdogs announce already the vague + uneasiness of the evenings around the ruins. There is no one now within + the mummy-town, which seems all at once to have grown larger in the + silence. Very quickly the violet shadow covers it, all save the extreme + points of its obelisks, which keep still a little of their rose-colour. + The feeling comes over you that a sovereign mystery has taken possession + of the town, as if some vague phantom things had just passed into it. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0015" id="link2HCH0015"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XV + </h2> + <h3> + THEBES BY NIGHT + </h3> + <p> + The feeling, almost, that you have grown suddenly smaller by entering + there, that you are dwarfed to less than human size—to such an + extent do the proportions of these ruins seem to crush you—and the + illusion, also, that the light, instead of being extinguished with the + evening, has only changed its colour, and become blue: that is what one + experiences on a clear Egyptian night, in walking between the colonnades + of the great temple at Thebes. + </p> + <p> + The place is, moreover, so singular and so terrible that its mere name + would at once cast a spell upon the spirit, even if one were ignorant of + the place itself. The hypostyle of the temple of the God Amen—that + could be no other thing but one. For this hall is unique in the world, in + the same way as the Grotto of Fingal and the Himalayas are unique. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + To wander absolutely alone at night in Thebes requires during the winter a + certain amount of stratagem and a knowledge of the routine of the + tourists. It is necessary, first of all, to choose a night on which the + moon rises late and then, having entered before the close of the day, to + escape the notice of the Bedouin guards who shut the gates at nightfall. + Thus have I waited with the patience of a stone Osiris, till the grand + transformation scene of the setting of the sun was played out once more + upon the ruins. Thebes, which, during the day, is almost animate by reason + of the presence of the visitors and the gangs of fellahs who, singing the + while, are busy at the diggings and the clearing away of the rubbish, has + emptied itself little by little, while the blue shadows were mounting from + the base of the monstrous sanctuaries. I watched the people moving in a + long row, like a trail of ants, towards the western gate between the + pylons of the Ptolemies, and the last of them had disappeared before the + rosy light died away on the topmost points of the obelisks. + </p> + <p> + It seemed as if the silence and the night arrived together from beyond the + Arabian desert, advanced together across the plain, spreading out like a + rapid oil-stain; then gained the town from east to west, and rose rapidly + from the ground to the very summits of the temples. And this march of the + darkness was infinitely solemn. + </p> + <p> + For the first few moments, indeed, you might imagine that it was going to + be an ordinary night such as we know in our climate, and a sense of + uneasiness takes hold of you in the midst of this confusion of enormous + stones, which in the darkness would become a quite inextricable maze. Oh! + the horror of being lost in those ruins of Thebes and not being able to + see! But in the event the air preserved its transparency to such a degree, + and the stars began soon to scintillate so brightly that the surrounding + things could be distinguished almost as well as in the daytime. + </p> + <p> + Indeed, now that the time of transition between the day and night has + passed, the eyes grow accustomed to the strange, blue, persistent + clearness so that you seem suddenly to have acquired the pupils of a cat; + and the ultimate effect is merely as if you saw through a smoked glass + which changed all the various shades of this reddish-coloured country into + one uniform tint of blue. + </p> + <p> + Behold me then, for some two or three hours, alone among the temples of + the Pharaohs. The tourists, whom the carriages and donkeys are at this + moment taking back to the hotels of Luxor, will not return till very late, + when the full moon will have risen and be shedding its clear light upon + the ruins. My post, while I waited, was high up among the ruins on the + margin of the sacred Lake of Osiris, the still and enclosed water of which + is astonishing in that it has remained there for so many centuries. It + still conceals, no doubt, numberless treasures confided to it in the days + of slaughters and pillages, when the armies of the Persian and Nubian + kings forced the thick, surrounding walls. + </p> + <p> + In a few minutes, thousands of stars appear at the bottom of this water, + reflecting symmetrically the veritable ones which now scintillate + everywhere in the heavens. A sudden cold spreads over the town-mummy, + whose stones, still warm from their exposure to the sun, cool very rapidly + in this nocturnal blue which envelops them as in a shroud. I am free to + wander where I please without risk of meeting anyone, and I begin to + descend by the steps made by the falling of the granite blocks, which have + formed on all sides staircases as if for giants. On the overturned + surfaces, my hands encounter the deep, clear-cut hollows of the + hieroglyphs, and sometimes of those inevitable people, carved in profile, + who raise their arms, all of them, and make signs to one another. On + arriving at the bottom I am received by a row of statues with battered + faces, seated on thrones, and without hindrance of any kind, and + recognising everything in the blue transparency which takes the place of + day, I come to the great avenue of the palaces of Amen. + </p> + <p> + We have nothing on earth in the least degree comparable to this avenue, + which passive multitudes took nearly three thousand years to construct, + expending, century after century, their innumerable energies in carrying + these stones, which our machines now could not move. And the objective was + always the same: to prolong indefinitely the perspectives of pylons, + colossi and obelisks, continuing always this same artery of temples and + palaces in the direction of the old Nile—while the latter, on the + contrary, receded slowly, from century to century, towards Libya. It is + here, and especially at night, that you suffer the feeling of having been + shrunken to the size of a pygmy. All round you rise monoliths mighty as + rocks. You have to take twenty paces to pass the base of a single one of + them. They are placed quite close together, too close, it seems, in view + of their enormity and mass. There is not enough air between them, and the + closeness of their juxtaposition disconcerts you more, perhaps, even than + their massiveness. + </p> + <p> + The avenue which I have followed in an easterly direction abuts on as + disconcerting a chaos of granite as exists in Thebes—the hall of the + feasts of Thothmes III. What kind of feasts were they, that this king gave + here, in this forest of thick-set columns, beneath these ceilings, of + which the smallest stone, if it fell, would crush twenty men? In places + the friezes, the colonnades, which seem almost diaphanous in the air, are + outlined still with a proud magnificence in unbroken alignment against the + star-strewn sky. Elsewhere the destruction is bewildering; fragments of + columns, entablatures, bas-reliefs lie about in indescribable confusion, + like a lot of scattered wreckage after a world-wide tempest. For it was + not enough that the hand of man should overturn these things. Tremblings + of the earth, at different times, have also come to shake this Cyclops + palace which threatened to be eternal. And all this—which represents + such an excess of force, of movement, of impulsion, alike for its erection + as for its overthrow—all this is tranquil this evening, oh! so + tranquil, although toppling as if for an imminent downfall—tranquil + forever, one might say, congealed by the cold and by the night. + </p> + <p> + I was prepared for silence in such a place, but not for the sounds which I + commence to hear. First of all an osprey sounds the prelude, above my head + and so close to me that it holds me trembling throughout its long cry. + Then other voices answer from the depths of the ruins, voices very + diverse, but all sinister. Some are only able to mew on two long-drawn + notes: some yelp like jackals round a cemetery, and others again imitate + the sound of a steel spring slowly unwinding itself. And this concert + comes always from above. Owls, ospreys, screech-owls, all the different + kinds of birds, with hooked beaks and round eyes, and silken wings that + enable them to fly noiselessly, have their homes amongst the granites + massively upheld in the air; and they are celebrating now, each after its + own fashion, the nocturnal festival. Intermittent calls break upon the + air, and long-drawn infinitely mournful wailings, that sometimes swell and + sometimes seem to be strangled and end in a kind of sob. And then, in + spite of the sonority of the vast straight walls, in spite of the echoes + which prolong the cries, the silence obstinately returns. Silence. The + silence after all and beyond all doubt is the true master at this hour of + this kingdom at once colossal, motionless and blue—a silence that + seems to be infinite, because we know that there is nothing around these + ruins, nothing but the line of the dead sands, the threshold of the + deserts. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + I retrace my steps towards the west in the direction of the hypostyle, + traversing again the avenue of monstrous splendours, imprisoned and, as it + were, dwarfed between the rows of sovereign stones. There are obelisks + there, some upright, some overthrown. One like those of Luxor, but much + higher, remains intact and raises its sharp point into the sky; others, + less well known in their exquisite simplicity, are quite plain and + straight from base to summit, bearing only in relief gigantic lotus + flowers, whose long climbing stems bloom above in the half light cast by + the stars. The passage becomes narrower and more obscure, and it is + necessary sometimes to grope my way. And then again my hands encounter the + everlasting hieroglyphs carved everywhere, and sometimes the legs of a + colossus seated on its throne. The stones are still slightly warm, so + fierce has been the heat of the sun during the day. And certain of the + granites, so hard that our steel chisels could not cut them, have kept + their polish despite the lapse of centuries, and my fingers slip in + touching them. + </p> + <p> + There is now no sound. The music of the night birds has ceased. I listen + in vain—so attentively that I can hear the beating of my heart. Not + a sound, not even the buzzing of a fly. Everything is silent, everything + is ghostly; and in spite of the persistent warmth of the stones the air + grows colder and colder, and one gets the impression that everything here + is frozen—definitely—as in the coldness of death. + </p> + <p> + A vast silence reigns, a silence that has subsisted for centuries, on this + same spot, where formerly for three or four thousand years rose such an + uproar of living men. To think of the clamorous multitudes who once + assembled here, of their cries of triumph and anguish, of their dying + agonies. First of all the pantings of those thousands of harnessed + workers, exhausting themselves generation after generation, under the + burning sun, in dragging and placing one above the other these stones, + whose enormity now amazes us. And the prodigious feasts, the music of the + long harps, the blares of the brazen trumpets; the slaughters and battles + when Thebes was the great and unique capital of the world, an object of + fear and envy to the kings of the barbarian peoples who commenced to awake + in neighbouring lands; the symphonies of siege and pillage, in days when + men bellowed with the throats of beasts. To think of all this, here on + this ground, on a night so calm and blue! And these same walls of granite + from Syene, on which my puny hands now rest, to think of the beings who + have touched them in passing, who have fallen by their side in last + sanguinary conflicts, without rubbing even the polish from their + changeless surfaces! + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + I now arrive at the hypostyle of the temple of Amen, and a sensation of + fear makes me hesitate at first on the threshold. To find himself in the + dead of night before such a place might well make a man falter. It seems + like some hall for Titans, a remnant of fabulous ages, which has + maintained itself, during its long duration, by force of its very + massiveness, like the mountains. Nothing human is so vast. Nowhere on + earth have men conceived such dwellings. Columns after columns, higher and + more massive than towers, follow one another so closely, in an excess of + accumulation, that they produce a feeling almost of suffocation. They + mount into the clear sky and sustain there traverses of stone which you + scarcely dare to contemplate. One hesitates to advance; a feeling comes + over you that you are become infinitesimally small and as easy to crush as + an insect. The silence grows preternaturally solemn. The stars through all + the gaps in the fearful ceilings seem to send their scintillations to you + in an abyss. It is cold and clear and blue. + </p> + <p> + The central bay of this hypostyle is in the same line as the road I have + been following since I left the hall of Thothmes. It prolongs and + magnifies as in an apotheosis that same long avenue, for the gods and + kings, which was the glory of Thebes, and which in the succession of the + ages nothing has contrived to equal. The columns which border it are so + gigantic[*] that their tops, formed of mysterious full-blown petals, high + up above the ground on which we crawl, are completely bathed in the + diffuse clearness of the sky. And enclosing this kind of nave on either + side, like a terrible forest, is another mass of columns—monster + columns, of an earlier style, of which the capitals close instead of + opening, imitating the buds of some flower which will never blossom. Sixty + to the right, sixty to the left, too close together for their size, they + grow thick like a forest of baobabs that wanted space: they induce a + feeling of oppression without possible deliverance, of massive and + mournful eternity. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + [*] About 30 feet in circumference and 75 feet in height + including the capital. +</pre> + <p> + And this, forsooth, was the place that I had wished to traverse alone, + without even the Bedouin guard, who at night believes it his duty to + follow the visitors. But now it grows lighter and lighter. Too light even, + for a blue phosphorescence, coming from the eastern horizon, begins to + filter through the opacity of the colonnades on the right, outlines the + monstrous shafts, and details them by vague glimmerings on their edges. + The full moon is risen, alas! and my hours of solitude are nearly over. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + The moon! Suddenly the stones of the summit, the copings, the formidable + friezes, are lighted by rays of clear light, and here and there, on the + bas-reliefs encircling the pillars, appear luminous trails which reveal + the gods and goddesses engraved in the stone. They were watching in + myriads around me, as I knew well,—coifed, all of them, in discs or + great horns. They stare at one another with their arms raised, spreading + out their long fingers in an eager attempt at conversation. They are + numberless, these eternally gesticulating gods. Wherever you look their + forms are multiplied with a stupefying repetition. They seem to have some + mysterious secret to convey to one another, but have perforce to remain + silent, and for all the expressiveness of their attitudes their hands do + not move. And hieroglyphs, too, repeated to infinity, envelop you on all + sides like a multiple woof of mystery. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + Minute by minute now, everything amongst these rigid dead things grows + more precise. Cold, hard rays penetrate through the immense ruin, + separating with a sharp incisiveness the light from the shadows. The + feeling that these stones, wearied as they were with their long duration, + might still be thoughtful, still mindful of their past, grows less—less + than it was a few moments before, far less than during the preceding blue + phantasmagoria. Under this clear, pale light, as in the daytime, under the + fire of the sun, Thebes has lost for the moment whatever remained to it of + soul; it has receded farther into the backward of time, and appears now + nothing more than a vast gigantic fossil that excites only our wonder and + our fear. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + But the tourists will soon be here, attracted by the moon. A league away, + in the hotels of Luxor, I can fancy how they have hurried away from the + tables, for fear of missing the celebrated spectacle. For me, therefore, + it is time to beat a retreat, and, by the great avenue again, I direct my + steps towards the pylons of the Ptolemies, where the night guards are + waiting. + </p> + <p> + They are busy already, these Bedouins, in opening the gates for some + tourists, who have shown their permits, and who carry Kodaks, magnesium to + light up the temples—quite an outfit in short. + </p> + <p> + Farther on, when I have taken the road to Luxor, it is not long before I + meet, under the palm-trees and on the sands, the crowd, the main body of + the arrivals—some in carriages, some on horseback, some on donkeys. + There is a noise of voices speaking all sorts of non-Egyptian languages. + One is tempted to ask: “What is happening? A ball, a holiday, a grand + marriage?” No. The moon is full to-night at Thebes, upon the ruins. That + is all. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0016" id="link2HCH0016"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVI + </h2> + <h3> + THEBES IN SUNLIGHT + </h3> + <p> + It is two o'clock in the afternoon. A white angry fire pours from the sky, + which is pale from excess of light. A sun inimical to the men of our + climate scorches the enormous fossil which, crumbling in places, is all + that remains of Thebes and which lies there like the carcass of a gigantic + beast that has been dead for thousands of years, but is too massive ever + to be annihilated. + </p> + <p> + In the hypostyle there is a little blue shade behind the monstrous + pillars, but even that shade is dusty and hot. The columns too are hot, + and so are all the blocks—and yet it is winter and the nights are + cold, even to the point of frost. Heat and dust; a reddish dust, which + hangs like an eternal cloud over these ruins of Upper Egypt, exhaling an + odour of spices and mummy. + </p> + <p> + The great heat seems to augment the retrospective sensation of fatigue + which seizes you as you regard these stones—too heavy for human + strength—which are massed here in mountains. One almost seems to + participate in the efforts, the exhaustions and the sweating toils of that + people, with their muscles of brand new steel, who in the carrying and + piling of such masses had to bear the yoke for thirty centuries. + </p> + <p> + Even the stones themselves tell of fatigue—the fatigue of being + crushed by one another's weight for thousands of years; the suffering that + comes of having been too exactly carved, and too nicely placed one above + the other, so that they seem to be riveted together by the force of their + mere weight. Oh! the poor stones of the base that bear the weight of these + awful pilings! + </p> + <p> + And the ardent colour of these things surprises you. It has persisted. On + the red sandstone of the hypostyle, the paintings of more than three + thousand years ago are still to be seen; especially above the central + chamber, almost in the sky, the capitals, in the form of great flowers, + have kept the lapis blues, the greens and yellows with which their strange + petals were long ago bespeckled. + </p> + <p> + Decrepitude and crumbling and dust. In broad daylight, under the + magnificent splendour of the life-giving sun, one realises clearly that + all here is dead, and dead since days which the imagination is scarcely + able to conceive. And the ruin appears utterly irreparable. Here and there + are a few impotent and almost infantine attempts at reparation, undertaken + in the ancient epochs of history by the Greeks and Romans. Columns have + been put together, holes have been filled with cement. But the great + blocks lie in confusion, and one feels, even to the point of despair, how + impossible it is ever to restore to order such a chaos of crushing, + overthrown things—even with the help of legions of workers and + machines, and with centuries before you in which to complete the task. + </p> + <p> + And then, what surprises and oppresses you is the want of clear space, the + little room that remained for the multitudes in these halls which are + nevertheless immense. The whole space between the walls was encumbered + with pillars. The temples were half filled with colossal forests of stone. + The men who built Thebes lived in the beginning of time, and had not yet + discovered the thing which to us to-day seems so simple—namely, the + vault. And yet they were marvellous pioneers, these architects. They had + already succeeded in evolving out of the dark, as it were, a number of + conceptions which, from the beginning no doubt, slumbered in mysterious + germ in the human brain—the idea of rectitude, the straight line, + the right angle, the vertical line, of which Nature furnishes no example, + even symmetry, which, if you consider it well, is less explicable still. + They employed symmetry with a consummate mastery, understanding as well as + we do all the effect that is to be obtained by the repetition of like + objects placed <i>en pendant</i> on either side of a portico or an avenue. + But they did not invent the vault. And therefore, since there was a limit + to the size of the stones which they were able to place flat like beams, + they had recourse to this profusion of columns to support their stupendous + ceilings. And thus it is that there seems to be a want of air, that one + seems to stifle in the middle of their temples, dominated and obstructed + as they are by the rigid presence of so many stones. And yet to-day you + can see quite clearly in these temples, for, since the suspended rocks + which served for roof have fallen, floods of light descend from all parts. + But formerly, when a kind of half night reigned in the deep halls, beneath + the immovable carapaces of sandstone or granite, how oppressive and + sepulchral it must all have been—how final and pitiless, like a + gigantic palace of Death! On one day, however, in each year, here at + Thebes, a light as of a conflagration used to penetrate from one end to + the other of the sanctuaries of Amen; for the middle artery is open + towards the north-west, and is aligned in such a fashion that, once a + year, one solitary time, on the evening of the summer solstice, the sun as + it sets is able to plunge its reddened rays straight into the sanctuaries. + At the moment when it enlarges its blood-coloured disc before descending + behind the desolation of the Libyan mountains, it arrives in the very axis + of this avenue, of this suite of aisles, which measures more than 800 + yards in length. Formerly, then, on these evenings it shone horizontally + beneath the terrible ceilings—between these rows of pillars which + are as high as our Colonne Vendome—and threw, for some seconds, its + colours of molten copper into the obscurity of the holy of holies. And + then the whole temple would resound with the clashing of music, and the + glory of the god of Thebes was celebrated in the depths of the forbidden + halls. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + Like a cloud, like a veil, the continual red-coloured dust floats + everywhere above the ruins, and, athwart it, here and there, the sun + traces long, white beams, But at one point of the avenue, behind the + obelisks, it seems to rise in clouds, this dust of Egypt, as if it were + smoke. For the workers of bronze are assembled there to-day and, hour by + hour, without ceasing, they dig in the sacred soil. Ridiculously small and + almost negligible by the side of the great monoliths they dig and dig. + Patiently they clear the ruins, and the earth goes away in little parcels + in rows of baskets carried by children in the form of a chain. The + periodical deposits of the Nile, and the sand carried by the wind of the + desert, had raised the soil by about six yards since the time when Thebes + ceased to live. But now men are endeavouring to restore the ancient level. + At first sight the task seemed impossible, but they will achieve it in the + end, even with their simple means, these fellah toilers, who sing as they + labour at their incessant work of ants. Soon the grand hypostyle will be + freed from rubbish, and its columns, which even before seemed so + tremendous, uncovered now to the base, have added another twenty feet to + their height. A number of colossal statues, which lay asleep beneath this + shroud of earth and sand, have been brought back to the light, set upright + again and have resumed their watch in the intimidating thoroughfares for a + new period of quasi-eternity. Year by year the town-mummy is being slowly + exhumed by dint of prodigious effort; and is repeopled again by gods and + kings who had been hidden for thousands of years![*] Year in, year out, + the digging continues—deeper and deeper. It is scarcely known to + what depth the debris and the ruins descend. Thebes had endured for so + many centuries, the earth here is so penetrated with human past, that it + is averred that, under the oldest of the known temples there are still + others, older still and more massive, of which there was no suspicion, and + whose age must exceed eight thousand years. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + [*] As is generally known, the maintenance of the ancient + monuments of Egypt and their restoration, so far as that may + be possible, has been entrusted to the French. M. Maspero + has delegated to Thebes an artist and a scholar, M. Legrain + by name, who is devoting his life passionately to the work. +</pre> + <p> + In spite of the burning sun, and of the clouds of dust raised by the blows + of the pickaxes, one might linger for hours amongst the dust-stained, + meagre fellahs, watching the excavations in this unique soil—where + everything that is revealed is by way of being a surprise and a lucky + find, where the least carved stone had a past of glory, formed part of the + first architectural splendours, was <i>a stone of Thebes</i>. Scarcely a + moment passes but, at the bottom of the trenches, as the digging proceeds, + some new thing gleams. Perhaps it is the polished flank of a colossus, + fashioned out of granite from Syene, or a little copper Osiris, the debris + of a vase, a golden trinket beyond price, or even a simple blue pearl that + has fallen from the necklace of some waiting-maid of a queen. + </p> + <p> + This activity of the excavators, which alone reanimates certain quarters + during the day, ends at sunset. Every evening the lean fellahs receive the + daily wage of their labour, and take themselves off to sleep in the silent + neighbourhood in their huts of mud; and the iron gates are shut behind + them. At night, except for the guards at the entrance, no one inhabits the + ruins. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + Crumbling and dust. . . . Far around, on every side of these palaces and + temples of the central artery—which are the best preserved and + remain proudly upright—stretch great mournful spaces, on which the + sun from morning till evening pours an implacable light. There, amongst + the lank desert plants, lie blocks scattered at hazard—the remains + of sanctuaries, of which neither the plan nor the form will ever be + discovered. But on these stones, fragments of the history of the world are + still to be read in clear-cut hieroglyphs. + </p> + <p> + To the west of the hypostyle hall there is a region strewn with discs, all + equal and all alike. It might be a draught-board for Titans with draughts + that would measure ten yards in circumference. They are the scattered + fragments, slices, as it were, of a colonnade of the Ramses. Farther on + the ground seems to have passed through fire. You walk over blackish + scoriae encrusted with brazen bolts and particles of melted glass. It is + the quarter burnt by the soldiers of Cambyses. They were great destroyers + of the queen city, were these same Persian soldiers. To break up the + obelisks and the colossal statues they conceived the plan of scorching + them by lighting bonfires around them, and then, when they saw them + burning hot, they deluged them with cold water. And the granites cracked + from top to base. + </p> + <p> + It is well known, of course, that Thebes used to extend for a considerable + distance both on this, the right, bank of the Nile, where the Pharaohs + resided, and opposite, on the Libyan bank, given over to the preparers of + mummies and to the mortuary temples. But to-day, except for the great + palaces of the centre, it is little more than a litter of ruins, and the + long avenues, lined with endless rows of sphinxes or rams, are lost, + goodness knows where, buried beneath the sand. + </p> + <p> + At wide intervals, however, in the midst of these cemeteries of things, a + temple here and there remains upright, preserving still its sanctified + gloom beneath its cavernous carapace. One, where certain celebrated + oracles used to be delivered, is even more prisonlike and sepulchral than + the others in its eternal shadow. High up in a wall the black hole of a + kind of grotto opens, to which a secret corridor coming from the depths + used to lead. It was there that the face of the priest charged with the + announcement of the sibylline words appeared—and the ceiling of his + niche is all covered still with the smoke from the flame of his lamp, + which was extinguished more than two thousand years ago! + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + What a number of ruins, scarcely emerging from the sand of the desert, are + hereabout! And in the old dried-up soil, how many strange treasures remain + hidden! When the sun lights thus the forlorn distances, when you perceive + stretching away to the horizon these fields of death, you realise better + what kind of a place this Thebes once was. Rebuilt as it were in the + imagination it appears excessive, superabundant and multiple, like those + flowers of the antediluvian world which the fossils reveal to us. Compared + with it how our modern towns are dwarfed, and our hasty little palaces, + our stuccoes and old iron! + </p> + <p> + And it is so mystical, this town of Thebes, with its dark sanctuaries, + once inhabited by gods and symbols. All the sublime, fresh-minded striving + of the human soul after the Unknowable is as it were petrified in these + ruins, in forms diverse and immeasurably grand. And subsisting thus down + to our day it puts us to shame. Compared with this people, who thought + only of eternity, we are a lot of pitiful dotards, who soon will be past + caring about the wherefore of life, or thought, or death. Such beginnings + presaged, surely, something greater than our humanity of the present day, + given over to despair, to alcohol and to explosives! + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + Crumbling and dust! This same sun of Thebes is in its place each day, + parching, exhausting, cracking and pulverising. + </p> + <p> + On the ground where once stood so much magnificence there are fields of + corn, spread out like green carpets, which tell of the return of the + humble life of tillage. Above all, there is the sand, encroaching now upon + the very threshold of the Pharaohs; there is the yellow desert; there is + the world of reflections and of silence, which approaches like a slow + submerging tide. In the distance, where the mirage trembles from morning + till evening, the burying is already almost achieved. The few poor stones + which still appear, barely emerging from the advancing dunes, are the + remains of what men, in their superb revolts against death, had contrived + to make the most massively indestructible. + </p> + <p> + And this sun, this eternal sun, which parades over Thebes the irony of its + duration—for us so impossible to calculate or to conceive! Nowhere + so much as here does one suffer from the dismay of knowing that all our + miserable little human effervescence is only a sort of fermentation round + an atom emanated from that sinister ball of fire, and that that fire + itself, the wonderful sun, is no more than an ephemeral meteor, a furtive + spark, thrown off during one of the innumerable cosmic transformations, in + the course of times without end and without beginning. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0017" id="link2HCH0017"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVII + </h2> + <h3> + AN AUDIENCE OF AMENOPHIS II. + </h3> + <p> + King Amenophis II. has resumed his receptions, which he found himself + obliged to suspend for three thousand, three hundred and some odd years, + by reason of his decease. They are very well attended; court dress is not + insisted upon, and the Grand Master of ceremonies is not above taking a + tip. He holds them every morning in the winter from eight o'clock, in the + bowels of a mountain in the desert of Libya; and if he rests himself + during the remainder of the day it is only because, as soon as midday + sounds, they turn off the electric light. + </p> + <p> + Happy Amenophis! Out of so many kings who tried so hard to hide for ever + their mummies in the depths of impenetrable caverns he is the only one who + has been left in his tomb. And he “makes the most of it” every time he + opens his funeral salons. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + It is important to arrive before midday at the dwelling of this Pharaoh, + and at eight o'clock sharp, therefore, on a clear February morning, I set + out from Luxor, where for many days my dahabiya had slumbered against the + bank of the Nile. It is necessary first of all to cross the river, for the + Theban kings of the Middle Empire all established their eternal + habitations on the opposite bank—far beyond the plains of the river + shore, right away in those mountains which bound the horizon as with a + wall of adorable rose-colour. Other canoes, which are also crossing, glide + by the side of mine on the tranquil water. The passengers seem to belong + to that variety of Anglo-Saxons which is equipped by Thomas Cook & + Sons (Egypt Ltd.), and like me, no doubt, they are bound for the royal + presence. + </p> + <p> + We land on the sand of the opposite bank, which to-day is almost deserted. + Formerly there stretched here a regular suburb of Thebes—that, + namely, of the preparers of mummies, with thousands of ovens wherein to + heat the natron and the oils, which preserved the bodies from corruption. + In this Thebes, where for some fifty centuries, everything that died, + whether man or beast, was minutely prepared and swathed in bandages, it + will readily be understood what importance this quarter of the embalmers + came to assume. And it was to the neighbouring mountains that the products + of so many careful wrappings were borne for burial, while the Nile carried + away the blood from the bodies and the filth of their entrails. That chain + of living rocks that rises before us, coloured each morning with the same + rose, as of a tender flower, is literally stuffed with dead bodies. + </p> + <p> + We have to cross a wide plain before reaching the mountains, and on our + way cornfields alternate with stretches of sand already desertlike. Behind + us extends the old Nile and the opposite bank which we have lately quitted—the + bank of Luxor, whose gigantic Pharaonic colonnades are as it were + lengthened below by their own reflection in the mirror of the river. And + in this radiant morning, in this pure light, it would be admirable, this + eternal temple, with its image reversed in the depth of the blue water, + were it not that at its sides, and to twice its height, rises the impudent + Winter Palace, that monster hotel built last year for the fastidious + tourists. And yet, who knows? The jackanapes who deposited this + abomination on the sacred soil of Egypt perhaps imagines that he equals + the merit of the artist who is now restoring the sanctuaries of Thebes, or + even the glory of the Pharaohs who built them. + </p> + <p> + As we draw nearer to the chain of Libya, where this king awaits us, we + traverse fields still green with growing corn—and sparrows and larks + sing around us in the impetuous spring of this land of Thebes. + </p> + <p> + And now beyond two menhirs, as it were, become gradually distinct. Of the + same height and shape, alike indeed in every respect, they rise side by + side in the clear distance in the midst of these green plains, which + recall so well our fields of France. They wear the headgear of the Sphinx, + and are gigantic human forms seated on thrones—the colossal statues + of Memnon. We recognise them at once, for the picture-makers of succeeding + ages have popularised their aspect, as in the case of the pyramids. What + is strange is that they should stand there so simply in the midst of these + fields of growing corn, which reach to their very feet, and be surrounded + by these humble birds we know so well, who sing without ceremony on their + shoulders. + </p> + <p> + They do not seem to be scandalised even at seeing now, passing quite close + to them, the trucks of a playful little railway belonging to a local + industry, that are laden with sugar-canes and gourds. + </p> + <p> + The chain of Libya, during the last hour, has been growing gradually + larger against the profound and excessively blue sky. And now that it + rises up quite near to us, overheated, and as it were incandescent, under + this ten o'clock sun, we begin to see on all sides, in front of the first + rocky spurs of the mountains, the debris of palaces, colonnades, + staircases and pylons. Headless giants, swathed like dead Pharaohs, stand + upright, with hands crossed beneath their shroud of sandstone. They are + the temples and statues for the manes of numberless kings and queens, who + during three or four thousand years had their mummies buried hard by in + the heart of the mountains, in the deepest of the walled and secret + galleries. + </p> + <p> + And now the cornfields have ceased; there is no longer any herbage—nothing. + We have crossed the desolate threshold, we are in the desert, and tread + suddenly upon a disquieting funereal soil, half sand, half ashes, that is + pitted on all sides with gaping holes. It looks like some region that had + long been undermined by burrowing beasts. But it is men who, for more than + fifty centuries, have vexed this ground, first to hide the mummies in it, + and afterwards, and until our day, to exhume them. Each of these holes has + enclosed its corpse, and if you peer within you may see yellow-coloured + rags still trailing there; and bandages, or legs and vertebrae of + thousands of years ago. Some lean Bedouins, who exercise the office of + excavators, and sleep hard by in holes like jackals, advance to sell us + scarabaei, blue-glass trinkets that are half fossilised, and feet or hands + of the dead. + </p> + <p> + And now farewell to the fresh morning. Every minute the heat becomes more + oppressive. The pathway that is marked only by a row of stones turns at + last and leads into the depths of the mountain by a tragical passage. We + enter now into that “Valley of the Kings” which was the place of the last + rendezvous of the most august mummies. The breaths of air that reach us + between these rocks are become suddenly burning, and the site seems to + belong no longer to earth but to some calcined planet which had for ever + lost its clouds and atmosphere. This Libyan chain, in the distance so + delicately rose, is positively frightful now that it overhangs us. It + looks what it is—an enormous and fantastic tomb, a natural + necropolis, whose vastness and horror nothing human could equal, an ideal + stove for corpses that wanted to endure for ever. The limestone, on which + for that matter no rain ever falls from the changeless sky, looks to be in + one single piece from summit to base, and betrays no crack or crevice by + which anything might penetrate into the sepulchres within. The dead could + sleep, therefore, in the heart of these monstrous blocks as sheltered as + under vaults of lead. And of what there is of magnificence the centuries + have taken care. The continual passage of winds laden with dust has scaled + and worn away the face of the rocks, so as to leave only the denser veins + of stone, and thus have reappeared strange architectural fantasies such as + Matter, in the beginning, might have dimly conceived. Subsequently the sun + of Egypt has lavished on the whole its ardent reddish patines. And now the + mountains imitate in places great organ-pipes, badigeoned with yellow and + carmine, and elsewhere huge bloodstained skeletons and masses of dead + flesh. + </p> + <p> + Outlined upon the excessive blue of the sky, the summits, illumined to the + point of dazzling, rise up in the light—like red cinders of a + glowing fire, splendours of living coal, against the pure indigo that + turns almost to darkness. We seem to be walking in some valley of the + Apocalypse with flaming walls. Silence and death, beneath a transcendent + clearness, in the constant radiance of a kind of mournful apotheosis—it + was such surroundings as these that the Egyptians chose for their + necropoles. + </p> + <p> + The pathway plunges deeper and deeper in the stifling defiles, and at the + end of this “Valley of the Kings,” under the sun now nearly meridian, + which grows each minute more mournful and terrible, we expected to come + upon a dread silence. But what is this? + </p> + <p> + At a turning, beyond there, at the bottom of a sinister-looking recess, + what does this crowd of people, what does this uproar mean? Is it a + meeting, a fair? Under awnings to protect them from the sun stand some + fifty donkeys, saddled in the English fashion. In a corner an electrical + workshop, built of new bricks, shoots forth the black smoke, and all + about, between the high blood-coloured walls, coming and going, making a + great stir and gabbling to their hearts' content, are a number of Cook's + tourists of both sexes, and some even who verily seem to have no sex at + all. They are come for the royal audience; some on asses, some in jaunting + cars, and some, the stout ladies who are grown short of wind, in chairs + carried by the Bedouins. From the four points of Europe they have + assembled in this desert ravine to see an old dried-up corpse at the + bottom of a hole. + </p> + <p> + Here and there the hidden palaces reveal their dark, square-shaped + entrances, hewn in the massive rock, and over each a board indicates the + name of a kingly mummy—Ramses IV., Seti I., Thothmes III., Ramses + IX., etc. Although all these kings, except Amenophis II., have recently + been removed and carried away to Lower Egypt, to people the glass cases of + the museum of Cairo, their last dwellings have not ceased to attract + crowds. From each underground habitation are emerging now a number of + perspiring Cooks and Cookesses. And from that of Amenophis, especially, + they issue rapidly. Suppose that we have come too late and that the + audience is over! + </p> + <p> + And to think that these entrances had been walled up, had been masked with + so much care, and lost for centuries! And of all the perseverance that was + needed to discover them, the observation, the gropings, the soundings and + random discoveries! + </p> + <p> + But now they are being closed. We loitered too long around the colossi of + Memnon and the palaces of the plain. It is nearly noon, a noon consuming + and mournful, which falls perpendicularly upon the red summits, and is + burning to its deepest recesses the valley of stone. + </p> + <p> + At the door of Amenophis we have to cajole, beseech. By the help of a + gratuity the Bedouin Grand Master of Ceremonies allows himself to be + persuaded. We are to descend with him, but quickly, quickly, for the + electric light will soon be extinguished. It will be a short audience, but + at least it will be a private one. We shall be alone with the king. + </p> + <p> + In the darkness, where at first, after so much sunlight, the little + electric lamps seem to us scarcely more than glow-worms, we expected a + certain amount of chilliness as in the undergrounds of our climate. But + here there is only a more oppressive heat, stifling and withering, and we + long to return to the open air, which was burning indeed, but was at least + the air of life. + </p> + <p> + Hastily we descend: by steep staircases, by passages which slope so + rapidly that they hurry us along of themselves, like slides; and it seems + that we shall never ascend again, any more than the great mummy who passed + here so long ago on his way to his eternal chamber. All this brings us, + first of all, to a deep well—dug there to swallow up the desecrators + in their passage—and it is on one of the sides of this oubliette, + behind a casual stone carefully sealed, that the continuation of these + funeral galleries was discovered. Then, when we have passed the well, by a + narrow bridge that has been thrown across it, the stairs begin again, and + the steep passages that almost make you run; but now, by a sharp bend, + they have changed their direction. And still we descend, descend. Heavens! + how deep down this king dwells! And at each step of our descent we feel + more and more imprisoned under the sovereign mass of stone, in the centre + of all this compact and silent thickness. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + The little electric globes, placed apart like a garland, suffice now for + our eyes which have forgotten the sun. And we can distinguish around us + myriad figures inviting us to solemnity and silence. They are inscribed + everywhere on the smooth, spotless walls of the colour of old ivory. They + follow one another in regular order, repeating themselves obstinately in + parallel rows, as if the better to impose upon our spirit, with gestures + and symbols that are eternally the same. The gods and demons, the + representatives of Anubis, with his black jackal's head and his long erect + ears, seem to make signs to us with their long arms and long fingers: “No + noise! Look, there are mummies here!” The wonderful preservation of all + this, the vivid colours, the clearness of the outlines, begin to cause a + kind of stupor and bewilderment. Verily you would think that the painter + of these figures of the shades had only just quitted the hypogeum. All + this past seems to draw you to itself like an abyss to which you have + approached too closely. It surrounds you, and little by little masters + you. It is so much at home here that it has <i>remained the present</i>. + Over and above the mere descent into the secret bowels of the rock there + has been a kind of seizure with vertigo, which we had not anticipated and + which has whirled us far away into the depths of the ages. + </p> + <p> + These interminable, oppressive passages, by which we have crawled to the + innermost depths of the mountain, lead at length to something vast, the + walls divide, the vault expands and we are in the great funeral hall, of + which the blue ceiling, all bestrewn with stars like the sky, is supported + by six pillars hewn in the rock itself. On either side open other chambers + into which the electricity permits us to see quite clearly, and opposite, + at the end of the hall, a large crypt is revealed, which one divines + instinctively must be the resting-place of the Pharaoh. What a prodigious + labour must have been entailed by this perforation of the living rock! And + this hypogeum is not unique. All along the “Valley of the Kings” little + insignificant doors—which to the initiated reveal the “Sign of the + Shadow,” inscribed on their lintels—lead to other subterranean + places, just as sumptuous and perfidiously profound, with their snares, + their hidden wells, their oubliettes and the bewildering multiplicity of + their mural figures. And all these tombs this morning were full of people, + and, if we had not had the good fortune to arrive after the usual hour, we + should have met here, even in this dwelling of Amenophis, a battalion + equipped by Messrs. Cook. + </p> + <p> + In this hall, with its blue ceiling, the frescoes multiply their riddles: + scenes from the book of Hades, all the funeral ritual translated into + pictures. On the pillars and walls crowd the different demons that an + Egyptian soul was likely to meet in its passage through the country of + shadows, and underneath the passwords which were to be given to each of + them are recapitulated so as not to be forgotten. + </p> + <p> + For the soul used to depart simultaneously under the two forms of a + flame[*] and a falcon[+] respectively. And this country of shadows, called + also the west, to which it had to render itself, was that where the moon + sinks and where each evening the sun goes down; a country to which the + living were never able to attain, because it fled before them, however + fast they might travel across the sands or over the waters. On its arrival + there, the scared soul had to parley successively with the fearsome demons + who lay in wait for it along its route. If at last it was judged worthy to + approach Osiris, the great Dead Sun, it was subsumed in him and + reappeared, shining over the world the next morning and on all succeeding + mornings until the consummation of time—a vague survival in the + solar splendour, a continuation without personality, of which one is + scarcely able to say whether or not it was more desirable than eternal + non-existence. + </p> + <p> + [*] The Khou, which never returned to our world. + </p> + <p> + [+] The Bai, which might, at its will, revisit the tomb. + </p> + <p> + And, moreover, it was necessary to preserve the body at whatever cost, for + a certain <i>double</i> of the dead man continued to dwell in the dry + flesh, and retained a kind of half life, barely conscious. Lying at the + bottom of the sarcophagus it was able to see, by virtue of those two eyes, + which were painted on the lid, always in the same axis as the empty eyes + of the mummy. Sometimes, too, this <i>double</i>, escaping from the mummy + and its box, used to wander like a phantom about the hypogeum. And, in + order that at such times it might be able to obtain nourishment, a mass of + mummified viands wrapped in bandages were amongst the thousand and one + things buried at its side. Even natron and oils were left, so that it + might re-embalm itself, if the worms came to life in its members. + </p> + <p> + Oh! the persistence of this <i>double</i>, sealed there in the tomb, a + prey to anxiety, lest corruption should take hold of it; which had to + serve its long duration in suffocating darkness, in absolute silence, + without anything to mark the days and nights, or the seasons or the + centuries, or the tens of centuries without end! It was with such a + terrible conception of death as this that each one in those days was + absorbed in the preparation of his eternal chamber. + </p> + <p> + And for Amenophis II. this more or less is what happened to his <i>double</i>. + Unaccustomed to any kind of noise, after three or four hundred years + passed in the company of certain familiars, lulled in the same heavy + slumber as himself, he heard the sound of muffled blows in the distance, + by the side of the hidden well. The secret entrance was discovered: men + were breaking through its walls! Living beings were about to appear, + pillagers of tombs, no doubt, come to unswathe them all! But no! Only some + priests of Osiris, advancing with fear in a funeral procession. They + brought nine great coffins containing the mummies of nine kings, his sons, + grandsons and other unknown successors, down to that King Setnakht, who + governed Egypt two and a half centuries after him. It was simply to hide + them better that they brought them hither, and placed them all together in + a chamber that was immediately walled up. Then they departed. The stones + of the door were sealed afresh, and everything fell again into the old + mournful and burning darkness. + </p> + <p> + Slowly the centuries rolled on—perhaps ten, perhaps twenty—in + a silence no longer even disturbed by the scratchings of the worms, long + since dead. And a day came when, at the side of the entrance, the same + blows were heard again. . . . And this time it was the robbers. Carrying + torches in their hands, they rushed headlong in, with shouts and cries + and, except in the safe hiding-place of the nine coffins, everything was + plundered, the bandages torn off, the golden trinkets snatched from the + necks of the mummies. Then, when they had sorted their booty, they walled + up the entrance as before, and went their way, leaving an inextricable + confusion of shrouds, of human bodies, of entrails issuing from shattered + vases, of broken gods and emblems. + </p> + <p> + Afterwards, for long centuries, there was silence again, and finally, in + our days, the <i>double</i>, then in its last weakness and almost + non-existent, perceived the same noise of stones being unsealed by blows + of pickaxes. The third time, the living men who entered were of a race + never seen before. At first they seemed respectful and pious, only + touching things gently. But they came to plunder everything, even the nine + coffins in their still inviolate hiding-place. They gathered the smallest + fragments with a solicitude almost religious. That they might lose nothing + they even sifted the rubbish and the dust. But, as for Amenophis, who was + already nothing more than a lamentable mummy, without jewels or bandages, + they left him at the bottom of his sarcophagus of sandstone. And since + that day, doomed to receive each morning numerous people of a strange + aspect, he dwells alone in his hypogeum, where there is now neither a + being nor a thing belonging to his time. + </p> + <p> + But yes, there is! We had not looked all round. There in one of the + lateral chambers some bodies are lying, dead bodies—three corpses + (unswathed at the time of the pillage), side by side on their rags. First, + a woman, the queen probably, with loosened hair. Her profile has preserved + its exquisite lines. How beautiful she still is! And then a young boy with + the little greyish face of a doll. His head is shaved, except for that + long curl at the right side, which denotes a prince of the royal blood. + And the third a man. Ugh! How terrible he is—looking as if he found + death a thing irresistibly comical. He even writhes with laughter, and + eats a corner of his shroud as if to prevent himself from bursting into a + too unseemly mirth. + </p> + <p> + And then, suddenly, black night! And we stand as if congealed in our + place. The electric light has gone out—everywhere at once. Above, on + the earth, midday must have sounded—for those who still have + cognisance of the sun and the hours. + </p> + <p> + The guard who has brought us hither shouts in his Bedouin falsetto, in + order to get the light switched on again, but the infinite thickness of + the walls, instead of prolonging the vibrations, seems to deaden them; and + besides, who could hear us, in the depths where we now are? Then, groping + in the absolute darkness, he makes his way up the sloping passage. The + hurried patter of his sandals and the flapping of his burnous grow faint + in the distance, and the cries that he continues to utter sound so + smothered to us soon that we might ourselves be buried. And meanwhile we + do not move. But how comes it that it is so hot amongst these mummies? It + seems as if there were fires burning in some oven close by. And above all + there is a want of air. Perhaps the corridors, after our passage, have + contracted, as happens sometimes in the anguish of dreams. Perhaps the + long fissure by which we have crawled hither, perhaps it has closed in + upon us. + </p> + <p> + But at length the cries of alarm are heard and the light is turned on + again. The three corpses have not profited by the unguarded moments to + attempt any aggressive movement. Their positions, their expressions have + not changed: the queen calm and beautiful as ever; the man eating still + the corner of his rags to stifle the mad laughter of thirty-three + centuries. + </p> + <p> + The Bedouin is now returned, breathless from his journey. He urges us to + come to see the king before the electric light is again extinguished, and + this time for good and all. Behold us now at the end of the hall, on the + edge of a dark crypt, leaning over and peering within. It is a place oval + in form, with a vault of a funereal black, relieved by frescoes, either + white or of the colour of ashes. They represent, these frescoes, a whole + new register of gods and demons, some slim and sheathed narrowly like + mummies, others with big heads and big bellies like hippopotami. Placed on + the ground and watched from above by all these figures is an enormous + sarcophagus of stone, wide open; and in it we can distinguish vaguely the + outline of a human body: the Pharaoh! + </p> + <p> + At least we should have liked to see him better. The necessary light is + forthcoming at once: the Bedouin Grand Master of Ceremonies touches an + electric button and a powerful lamp illumines the face of Amenophis, + detailing with a clearness that almost frightens you the closed eyes, the + grimacing countenance, and the whole of the sad mummy. This theatrical + effect took us by surprise; we were not prepared for it. + </p> + <p> + He was buried in magnificence, but the pillagers have stripped him of + everything, even of his beautiful breastplate of tortoiseshell, which came + to him from a far-off Oriental country, and for many centuries now he has + slept half naked on his rags. But his poor bouquet is there still—of + mimosa, recognisable even now, and who will ever tell what pious or + perhaps amorous hand it was that gathered these flowers for him more than + three thousand years ago. + </p> + <p> + The heat is suffocating. The whole crushing mass of this mountain, of this + block of limestone, into which we have crawled through relatively + imperceptible holes, like white ants or larvae, seems to weigh upon our + chest. And these figures too, inscribed on every side, and this mystery of + the hieroglyphs and the symbols, cause a growing uneasiness. You are too + near them, they seem too much the masters of the exits, these gods with + their heads of falcon, ibis and jackal, who, on the walls, converse in a + continual exalted pantomime. And then the feeling comes over you, that you + are guilty of sacrilege standing there, before this open coffin, in this + unwonted insolent light. The dolorous, blackish face, half eaten away, + seems to ask for mercy: “Yes, yes, my sepulchre has been violated and I am + returning to dust. But now that you have seen me, leave me, turn out that + light, have pity on my nothingness.” + </p> + <p> + In sooth, what a mockery! To have taken so many pains, to have adopted so + many stratagems to hide his corpse; to have exhausted thousands of men in + the hewing of this underground labyrinth, and to end thus, with his head + in the glare of an electric lamp, to amuse whoever passes. + </p> + <p> + And out of pity—I think it was the poor bouquet of mimosa that + awakened it—I say to the Bedouin: “Yes, put out the light, put it + out—that is enough.” + </p> + <p> + And then the darkness returns above the royal countenance, which is + suddenly effaced in the sarcophagus. The phantom of the Pharaoh is + vanished, as if replunged into the unfathomable past. The audience is + over. + </p> + <p> + And we, who are able to escape from the horror of the hypogeum, reascend + rapidly towards the sunshine of the living, we go to breathe the air + again, the air to which we have still a right—for some few days + longer. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0018" id="link2HCH0018"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVIII + </h2> + <h3> + AT THEBES IN THE TEMPLE OF THE OGRESS + </h3> + <p> + This evening, in the vast chaos of ruins—at the hour in which the + light of the sun begins to turn to rose—I make my way along one of + the magnificent roads of the town-mummy, that, in fact, which goes off at + a right angle to the line of the temples of Amen, and, losing itself more + or less in the sands, leads at length to a sacred lake on the border of + which certain cat-headed goddesses are seated in state watching the dead + water and the expanse of the desert. This particular road was begun three + thousand four hundred years ago by a beautiful queen called Makeri,[*] and + in the following centuries a number of kings continued its construction. + It was ornamented with pylons of a superb massiveness—pylons are + monumental walls, in the form of a trapezium with a wide base, covered + entirely with hieroglyphs, which the Egyptians used to place at either + side of their porticoes and long avenues—as well as by colossal + statues and interminable rows of rams, larger than buffaloes, crouched on + pedestals. + </p> + <p> + [*] To-day the mummy with the baby in the museum at Cairo. + </p> + <p> + At the first pylons I have to make a detour. They are so ruinous that + their blocks, fallen down on all sides, have closed the passage. Here used + to watch, on right and left, two upright giants of red granite from Syene. + Long ago in times no longer precisely known, they were broken off, both of + them, at the height of the loins. But their muscular legs have kept their + proud, marching attitude, and each in one of the armless hands, which + reach to the end of the cloth that girds their loins, clenches + passionately the emblem of eternal life. And this Syenite granite is so + hard that time has not altered it in the least; in the midst of the + confusion of stones the thighs of these mutilated giants gleam as if they + had been polished yesterday. + </p> + <p> + Farther on we come upon the second pylons, foundered also, before which + stands a row of Pharaohs. + </p> + <p> + On every side the overthrown blocks display their utter confusion of + gigantic things in the midst of the sand which continues patiently to bury + them. And here now are the third pylons, flanked by their two marching + giants, who have neither head nor shoulders. And the road, marked + majestically still by the debris, continues to lead towards the desert. + </p> + <p> + And then the fourth and last pylons, which seem at first sight to mark the + extremity of the ruins, the beginning of the desert nothingness. Time-worn + and uncrowned, but stiff and upright still, they seem to be set there so + solidly that nothing could ever overthrow them. The two colossal statues + which guard them on the right and left are seated on thrones. One, that on + the eastern side, has almost disappeared. But the other stands out entire + and white, with the whiteness of marble, against the brown-coloured + background of the enormous stretch of wall covered with hieroglyphs. His + face alone has been mutilated; and he preserves still his imperious chin, + his ears, his Sphinx's headgear, one might almost say his meditative + expression, before this deployment of the vast solitude which seems to + begin at his very feet. + </p> + <p> + Here however was only the boundary of the quarters of the God Amen. The + boundary of Thebes was much farther on, and the avenue which will lead me + directly to the home of the cat-headed goddesses extends farther still to + the old gates of the town; albeit you can scarcely distinguish it between + the double row of Krio-sphinxes all broken and well-nigh buried. + </p> + <p> + The day falls, and the dust of Egypt, in accordance with its invariable + practice every evening, begins to resemble in the distance a powder of + gold. I look behind me from time to time at the giant who watches me, + seated at the foot of his pylon on which the history of a Pharaoh is + carved in one immense picture. Above him and above his wall, which grows + each minute more rose-coloured, I see, gradually mounting in proportion as + I move away from it, the great mass of the palaces of the centre, the + hypostyle hall, the halls of Thothmes and the obelisks, all the entangled + cluster of those things at once so grand and so dead, which have never + been equalled on earth. + </p> + <p> + And as I continue to gaze upon the ruins, resplendent now in the rosy + apotheosis of the evening, they come to look like the crumbling remains of + a gigantic skeleton. They seem to be begging for a merciful surcease, as + if they were tired of this endless gala colouring at each setting of the + sun, which mocks them with its eternity. + </p> + <p> + All this is now a long way behind me; but the air is so limpid, the + outlines remain so clear that the illusion is rather that the temples and + the pylons grow smaller, lower themselves and sink into the earth. The + white giant who follows me always with his sightless stare is now reduced + to the proportions of a simple human dreamer. His attitude moreover has + not the rigid hieratic aspect of the other Theban statues. With his hands + upon his knees he looks like a mere ordinary mortal who had stopped to + reflect.[*] I have known him for many days—for many days and many + nights, for, what with his whiteness and the transparency of these + Egyptian nights, I have seen him often outlined in the distance under the + dim light of the stars—a great phantom in his contemplative pose. + And I feel myself obsessed now by the continuance of his attitude at this + entrance of the ruins—I who shall pass without a morrow from Thebes + and even from the earth—even as we all pass. Before conscious life + was vouchsafed to me he was there, had been there since times which make + you shudder to think upon. For three and thirty centuries, or thereabouts, + the eyes of myriads of unknown men and women, who have gone before me, saw + him just as I see him now, tranquil and white, in this same place, seated + before this same threshold, with his head a little bent, and his pervading + air of thought. + </p> + <p> + [*] Statue of Amenophis III. + </p> + <p> + I make my way without hastening, having always a tendency to stop and look + behind me, to watch the silent heap of palaces and the white dreamer, + which now are all illumined with a last Bengal fire in the daily setting + of the sun. + </p> + <p> + And the hour is already twilight when I reach the goddesses. + </p> + <p> + Their domain is so destroyed that the sands had succeeded in covering and + hiding it for centuries. But it has lately been exhumed. + </p> + <p> + There remain of it now only some fragments of columns, aligned in multiple + rows in a vast extent of desert. Broken and fallen stones and debris.[*] I + walk on without stopping, and at length reach the sacred lake on the + margin of which the great cats are seated in eternal council, each one on + her throne. The lake, dug by order of the Pharaohs, is in the form of an + arc, like a kind of crescent. Some marsh birds, that are about to retire + for the night, now traverse its mournful, sleeping water. Its borders, + which have known the utmost of magnificence, are become mere heaps of + ruins on which nothing grows. And what one sees beyond, what the attentive + goddesses themselves regard, is the empty desolate plain, on which some + few poor fields of corn mingle in this twilight hour with the sad + infinitude of the sands. And the whole is bounded on the horizon by the + chain, still a little rose-coloured, of the limestones of Arabia. + </p> + <p> + [*] The temple of the Goddess Mut. + </p> + <p> + They are there, the cats, or, to speak more exactly, the lionesses, for + cats would not have those short ears, or those cruel chins, thickened by + tufts of beard. All of black granite, images of Sekhet (who was the + Goddess of War, and in her hours the Goddess of Lust), they have the + slender body of a woman, which makes more terrible the great feline head + surmounted by its high bonnet. Eight or ten, or perhaps more, they are + more disquieting in that they are so numerous and so alike. They are not + gigantic, as one might have expected, but of ordinary human stature—easy + therefore to carry away, or to destroy, and that again, if one reflects, + augments the singular impression they cause. When so many colossal figures + lie in pieces on the ground, how comes it that they, little people seated + so tranquilly on their chairs, have contrived to remain intact, during the + passing of the three and thirty centuries of the world's history? + </p> + <p> + The passage of the march birds, which for a moment disturbed the clear + mirror of the lake, has ceased. Around the goddesses nothing moves and the + customary infinite silence envelops them as at the fall of every night. + They dwell indeed in such a forlorn corner of the ruins! Who, to be sure, + even in broad daylight, would think of visiting them? + </p> + <p> + Down there in the west a trailing cloud of dust indicates the departure of + the tourists, who had flocked to the temple of Amen, and now hasten back + to Luxor, to dine at the various <i>tables d'hote</i>. The ground here is + so felted with sand that in the distance we cannot hear the rolling of + their carriages. But the knowledge that they are gone renders more + intimate the interview with these numerous and identical goddesses, who + little by little have been draped in shadow. Their seats turn their backs + to the palaces of Thebes, which now begin to be bathed in violet waves and + seem to sink towards the horizon, to lose each minute something of their + importance before the sovereignty of the night. + </p> + <p> + And the black goddesses, with their lioness' heads and tall headgear—seated + there with their hands upon their knees, with eyes fixed since the + beginning of the ages, and a disturbing smile on their thick lips, like + those of a wild beast—continue to regard—beyond the little + dead lake—that desert, which now is only a confused immensity, of a + bluish ashy-grey. And the fancy seizes you that they are possessed of a + kind of life, which has come to them after long waiting, by virtue of that + <i>expression</i> which they have worn on their faces so long, oh! so + long. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + Beyond, at the other extremity of the ruins, there is a sister of these + goddesses, taller than they, a great Sekhet, whom in these parts men call + the Ogress, and who dwells alone and upright, ambushed in a narrow temple. + Amongst the fellahs and the Bedouins of the neighbourhood she enjoys a + very bad reputation, it being her custom of nights to issue from her + temple, and devour men; and none of them would willingly venture near her + dwelling at this late hour. But instead of returning to Luxor, like the + good people whose carriages have just departed, I rather choose to pay her + a visit. + </p> + <p> + Her dwelling is some distance away, and I shall not reach it till the dead + of night. + </p> + <p> + First of all I have to retrace my steps, to return along the whole avenue + of rams, to pass again by the feet of the white giant, who has already + assumed his phantomlike appearance, while the violet waves that bathed the + town-mummy thicken and turn to a greyish-blue. And then, leaving behind me + the pylons guarded by the broken giants, I thread my way among the palaces + of the centre. + </p> + <p> + It is among these palaces that I encounter for good and all the night, + with the first cries of the owls and ospreys. It is still warm there, on + account of the heat stored by the stones during the day, but one feels + nevertheless that the air is freezing. + </p> + <p> + At a crossing a tall human figure looms up, draped in black and armed with + a baton. It is a roving Bedouin, one of the guards, and this more or less + is the dialogue exchanged between us (freely and succinctly translated): + </p> + <p> + “Your permit, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Here it is.” + </p> + <p> + (Here we combine our efforts to illuminate the said permit by the light of + a match.) + </p> + <p> + “Good, I will go with you.” + </p> + <p> + “No. I beg of you.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; I had better. Where are you going?” + </p> + <p> + “Beyond, to the temple of that lady—you know, who is great and + powerful and has a face like a lioness.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! . . . Yes, I think I understand that you would prefer to go alone.” + (Here the intonation becomes infantine.) “But you are a kind gentleman and + will not forget the poor Bedouin all the same.” + </p> + <p> + He goes on his way. On leaving the palaces I have still to traverse an + extent of uncultivated country, where a veritable cold seizes me. Above my + head no longer the heavy suspended stones, but the far-off expanse of the + blue night sky—where are shining now myriads upon myriads of stars. + For the Thebans of old this beautiful vault, scintillating always with its + powder of diamonds, shed no doubt only serenity upon their souls. But for + us, <i>who knows, alas!</i> it is on the contrary the field of the great + fear, which, out of pity, it would have been better if we had never been + able to see; the incommensurable black void, where the worlds in their + frenzied whirling precipitate themselves like rain, crash into and + annihilate one another, only to be renewed for fresh eternities. + </p> + <p> + All this is seen too vividly, the horror of it becomes intolerable, on a + clear night like this, in a place so silent and littered so with ruins. + More and more the cold penetrates you—the mournful cold of the + sidereal spheres from which nothing now seems to protect you, so rarefied—almost + non-existent—does the limpid atmosphere appear. And the gravel, the + poor dried herbs, that crackle under foot, give the illusion of the + crunching noise we know at home on winter nights when the frost is on the + ground. + </p> + <p> + I approach at length the temple of the Ogress. These stones which now + appear, whitish in the night, this secret-looking dwelling near the + boundary wall of Thebes, proclaim the spot, and verily at such an hour as + this it has an evil aspect. Ptolemaic columns, little vestibules, little + courtyards where a dim blue light enables you to find your way. Nothing + moves; not even the flight of a night bird: an absolute silence, magnified + awfully by the presence of the desert which you feel encompasses you + beyond these walls. And beyond, at the bottom, three chambers made of + massive stone, each with its separate entrance. I know that the first two + are empty. It is in the third that the Ogress dwells, unless, indeed, she + has already set out upon her nocturnal hunt for human flesh. Pitch + darkness reigns within and I have to grope my way. Quickly I light a + match. Yes, there she is indeed, alone and upright, almost part of the end + wall, on which my little light makes the horrible shadow of her head + dance. The match goes out—irreverently I light many more under her + chin, under that heavy, man-eating jaw. In very sooth, she is terrifying. + Of black granite—like her sisters, seated on the margin of the + mournful lake—but much taller than they, from six to eight feet in + height, she has a woman's body, exquisitely slim and young, with the + breasts of a virgin. Very chaste in attitude, she holds in her hand a + long-stemmed lotus flower, but by a contrast that nonplusses and paralyses + you the delicate shoulders support the monstrosity of a huge lioness' + head. The lappets of her bonnet fall on either side of her ears almost + down to her breast, and surmounting the bonnet, by way of addition to the + mysterious pomp, is a large moon disc. Her dead stare gives to the + ferocity of her visage something unreasoning and fatal; an irresponsible + ogress, without pity as without pleasure, devouring after the manner of + Nature and of Time. And it was so perhaps that she was understood by the + initiated of ancient Egypt, who symbolised everything for the people in + the figures of gods. + </p> + <p> + In the dark retreat, enclosed with defaced stones, in the little temple + where she stands, alone, upright and grand, with her enormous head and + thrust-out chin and tall goddess' headdress—one is necessarily quite + close to her. In touching her, at night, you are astonished to find that + she is less cold than the air; she becomes somebody, and the intolerable + dead stare seems to weigh you down. + </p> + <p> + During the <i>tete-a-tete</i>, one thinks involuntarily of the + surroundings, of these ruins in the desert, of the prevailing nothingness, + of the cold beneath the stars. And, now, that summation of doubt and + despair and terror, which such an assemblage of things inspires in you, is + confirmed, if one may say so, by the meeting with this divinity-symbol, + which awaits you at the end of the journey, to receive ironically all + human prayer; a rigid horror of granite, with an implacable smile and a + devouring jaw. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0019" id="link2HCH0019"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIX + </h2> + <h3> + A TOWN PROMPTLY EMBELLISHED + </h3> + <p> + Eight years and a line of railway have sufficed to accomplish its + metamorphosis. Once in Upper Egypt, on the borders of Nubia, there was a + little humble town, rarely visited, and wanting, it must be owned, in + elegance and even in comfort. + </p> + <p> + Not that it was without picturesqueness and historical interest. Quite the + contrary. The Nile, charged with the waters of equatorial Africa, flung + itself close by from the height of a mass of black granite, in a majestic + cataract; and then, before the little Arab houses, became suddenly calm + again, and flowed between islets of fresh verdure where clusters of + palm-trees swayed their plumes in the wind. + </p> + <p> + And around were a number of temples, of hypogea, of Roman ruins, of ruins + of churches dating from the first centuries of Christianity. The ground + was full of souvenirs of the great primitive civilisations. For the place, + abandoned for ages and lulled in the folds of Islam under the guardianship + of its white mosque, was once one of the centres of the life of the world. + </p> + <p> + And, moreover, in the adjoining desert, some three or four thousand years + ago, the ancient history of the world had been written by the Pharaohs in + immortal hieroglyphics—well-nigh everywhere, on the polished sides + of the strange blocks of blue and red granite that lie scattered about the + sands and look now like the forms of antediluvian monsters. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + Yes, but it was necessary that all this should be co-ordinated, focused as + it were, and above all rendered accessible to the delicate travellers of + the Agencies. And to-day we have the pleasure of announcing that, from + December to March, Assouan (for that is the name of the fortunate + locality) has a “season” as fashionable as those of Ostend or Spa. + </p> + <p> + In approaching it, the huge hotels erected on all sides—even on the + islets of the old river—charm the eye of the traveller, greeting him + with their welcoming signs, which can be seen a league away. True, they + have been somewhat hastily constructed, of mud and plaster, but they + recall none the less those gracious palaces with which the Compagnie des + Wagon-Lits has dowered the world. And how negligible now, how dwarfed by + the height of their facades, is the poor little town of olden times, with + its little houses, whitened with chalk, and its baby minaret. + </p> + <p> + The cataract, on the other hand, has disappeared from Assouan. The + tutelary Albion wisely considered that it would be better to sacrifice + that futile spectacle and, in order to increase the yield of the soil, to + dam the waters of the Nile by an artificial barrage: a work of solid + masonry which (in the words of the Programme of Pleasure Trips) “affords + an interest of a very different nature and degree” (sic). + </p> + <p> + But nevertheless Cook & Son—a business concern glossed with + poetry, as all the world knows—have endeavoured to perpetuate the + memory of the cataract by giving its name to a hotel of 500 rooms, which + as a result of their labours has been established opposite to those rocks—now + reduced to silence—over which the old Nile used to seethe for so + many centuries. “Cataract Hotel!”—that gives the illusion still, + does it not?—and looks remarkably well at the head of a sheet of + notepaper. + </p> + <p> + Cook & Son (Egypt Ltd.) have even gone so far as to conceive the idea + that it would be original to give to their establishment a certain <i>cachet</i> + of Islam. And the dining-room reproduces (in imitation, of course—but + then you must not expect the impossible) the interior of one of the + mosques of Stamboul. At the luncheon hour it is one of the prettiest + sights in the world to see, under this imitation holy cupola, all the + little tables crowded with Cook's tourists of both sexes, the while a + concealed orchestra strikes up the “Mattchiche.” + </p> + <p> + The dam, it is true, in suppressing the cataract has raised some thirty + feet or so the level of the water upstream, and by so doing has submerged + a certain Isle of Philae, which passed, absurdly enough, for one of the + marvels of the world by reason of its great temple of Isis, surrounded by + palm-trees. But between ourselves, one may say that the beautiful goddess + was a little old-fashioned for our times. She and her mysteries had had + their day. Besides, if there should be any chagrined soul who might regret + the disappearance of the island, care has been taken to perpetuate the + memory of it, in the same way as that of the cataract. Charming coloured + postcards, taken before the submerging of the island and the sanctuary, + are on sale in all the bookshops along the quay. + </p> + <p> + Oh! this quay of Assouan, already so British in its orderliness, its + method! Nothing better cared for, nothing more altogether charming could + be conceived. First of all there is the railway, which, passing between + balustrades painted a grass-green, gives out its fascinating noise and + joyous smoke. On one side is a row of hotels and shops, all European in + character—hairdressers, perfumers, and numerous dark rooms for the + use of the many amateur photographers, who make a point of taking away + with them photographs of their travelling companions grouped tastefully + before some celebrated hypogeum. + </p> + <p> + And then numerous cafes, where the whisky is of excellent quality. And, I + ought to add, in justice to the result of the <i>Entente Cordiale</i>, you + may see there, too, aligned in considerable quantities on the shelves, the + products of those great French philanthropists, to whom indeed our + generation does not render sufficient homage for all the good they have + done to its stomach and its head. The reader will guess that I have named + Pernod, Picon and Cusenier. + </p> + <p> + It may be indeed that the honest fellahs and Nubians of the neighbourhood, + so sober a little while ago, are apt to abuse these tonics a little. But + that is the effect of novelty, and will pass. And anyhow, amongst us + Europeans, there is no need to conceal the fact—for we do not all + make use of it involuntarily?—that alcoholism is a powerful + auxiliary in the propagation of our ideas, and that the dealer in wines + and spirits constitutes a valuable vanguard pioneer for our Western + civilisation. Races, insensibly depressed by the abuse of our + “appetisers,” become more supple, more easy to lead in the true path of + progress and liberty. + </p> + <p> + On this quay of Assouan, so carefully levelled, defiles briskly a + continual stream of fair travellers ravishingly dressed as only those know + how who have made a tour with Cook & Son (Egypt Ltd.). And along the + Nile, in the shade of the young trees, planted with the utmost nicety and + precision, the flower-beds and straight-cut turf are protected + efficaciously by means of wire-netting against certain acts of + forgetfulness to which dogs, alas, are only too much addicted. + </p> + <p> + Here, too, everything is ticketed, everything has its number: the donkeys, + the donkey-drivers, the stations even where they are allowed to stand—“Stand + for six donkeys, stand for ten, etc.” Some very handsome camels, fitted + with riding saddles, wait also in their respective places and a number of + Cook ladies, meticulous on the point of local colour, even when it is + merely a question of making some purchases in the town, readily mount for + some moments one or other of these “ships of the desert.” + </p> + <p> + And at every fifty yards a policeman, still Egyptian in his countenance, + but quite English in his bearing and costume, keeps a vigilant eye on + everything—would never suffer, for example, that an eleventh donkey + should dare to take a place in a stand for ten, which was already full. + </p> + <p> + Certain people, inclined to be critical, might consider, perhaps, that + these policemen were a little too ready to chide their fellow-countrymen; + whereas on the contrary they showed themselves very respectful and + obliging whenever they were addressed by a traveler in a cork helmet. But + that is in virtue of an equitable and logical principle, derived by them + from the high places of the new administration—namely, that the + Egypt of to-day belongs far less to the Egyptians than to the noble + foreigners who have come to brandish there the torch of civilisation. + </p> + <p> + In the evening, after dark, the really respectable travellers do not quit + the brilliant dining saloons of the hotels, and the quay is left quite + solitary beneath the stars. It is at such a time that one is able to + realise how extremely hospitable certain of the natives are become. If, in + an hour of melancholy, you walk alone on the bank of the Nile, smoking a + cigarette, you will not fail to be accosted by one of these good people, + who misunderstanding the cause of the unrest in your soul, offers eagerly, + and with a touching frankness, to introduce you to the gayest of the young + ladies of the country. + </p> + <p> + In the other towns, which still remain purely Egyptian, the people would + never practise such an excess of affability and good manners, which have + been learnt, beyond all question from our beneficent contact. + </p> + <p> + Assouan possesses also its little Oriental bazaar—a little + improvised, a little new perhaps; but then one, at least, was needed, and + that as quickly as possible, in order that nothing might be wanting to the + tourists. + </p> + <p> + The shopkeepers have contrived to provision themselves (in the leading + shops, under the arcades of the Rue de Rivoli) with as much tact as good + taste, and the Cook ladies have the innocent illusion of making bargains + every day. One may even buy there, hung up by the tail, stuffed with straw + and looking extremely real, the last crocodiles of Egypt, which, + particularly at the end of the season, may be had at very advantageous + prices. + </p> + <p> + Even the old Nile has allowed itself to be fretted and brought up to date + in the progress of evolution. + </p> + <p> + First, the women, draped in black veils, who come daily to draw the + precious water, have forsaken the fragile amphorae of baked earth, which + had come to them from barbarous times—and which the Orientalists + grossly abused in their picture; and in their stead have taken to old tin + oil-cans, placed at their disposal by the kindness of the big hotels. But + they carry them in the same easy graceful manner as erstwhile the + discarded pottery, and without losing in the least the gracious tanagrine + outline. + </p> + <p> + And then there are the great tourist boats of the Agencies, which are here + in abundance, for Assouan has the privilege of being the terminus of the + line; and their whistlings, their revolving motors, their electric dynamos + maintain from morning till night a captivating symphony. It might be urged + perhaps against these structures that they resemble a little the + washhouses on the Seine; but the Agencies, desirous of restoring to them a + certain local colour, have given them names so notoriously Egyptian that + one is reduced to silence. They are called Sesostris, Amenophis or Ramses + the Great. + </p> + <p> + And finally there are the rowing boats, which carry passengers incessantly + backwards and forwards between the river-banks. So long as the season + remains at its height they are bedecked with a number of little flags of + red cotton-cloth, or even of simple paper. The rowers, moreover, have been + instructed to sing all the time the native songs which are accompanied by + a derboucca player seated in the prow. Nay, they have even learnt to utter + that rousing, stimulating cry which Anglo-Saxons use to express their + enthusiasm or their joy: “Hip! Hip! Hurrah!” and you cannot conceive how + well it sounds, coming between the Arab songs, which otherwise might be + apt to grow monotonous. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + But the triumph of Assouan is its desert. It begins at once without + transition as soon as you pass the close-cropped turf of the last square. + A desert which, except for the railroad and the telegraph poles, has all + the charm of the real thing: the sand, the chaos of overthrown stones, the + empty horizons—everything, in short, save the immensity and infinite + solitude, the horror, in a word which formerly made it so little + desirable. It is a little astonishing, it must be owned, to find, on + arriving there, that the rocks have been carefully numbered in white + paint, and in some cases marked with a large cross “which catches the eye + from a greater distance still” (sic). But I agree that the effect of the + whole has lost nothing. + </p> + <p> + In the morning before the sun gets too hot, between breakfast and luncheon + to be precise, all the good ladies in cork helmets and blue spectacles + (dark-coloured spectacles are recommended on account of the glare) spread + themselves over these solitudes, domesticated as it were to their use, + with as much security as in Trafalgar Square or Kensington Gardens. Not + seldom even you may see one of them making her way alone, book in hand, + towards one of the picturesque rocks—No. 363, for example, or No. + 364, if you like it better—which seems to be making signs to her + with its white ticket, in a manner which, to the uninitiated observer, + might seem even a little improper. + </p> + <p> + But what a sense of safety families may feel here, to be sure! In spite of + the huge numbers, which at first sight look a little equivocal, nothing in + the least degree reprehensible can happen among these granites; which are, + moreover, in a single piece, without the least crack or hole into which + the straggler could contrive to crawl. No. The figures and the crosses + denote simple blocks of stones, covered with hieroglyphics, and correspond + to a chaste catalogue where each Pharaonic inscription may be found + translated in the most becoming language. + </p> + <p> + This ingenious ticketing of the stones of the desert is due to the + initiative of an English Egyptologist. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0020" id="link2HCH0020"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XX + </h2> + <h3> + THE PASSING OF PHILAE + </h3> + <p> + Leaving Assouan—as soon as we have passed the last house—we + come at once upon the desert. And now the night is falling, a cold + February night, under a strange, copper-coloured sky. + </p> + <p> + Incontestably it is the desert, with its chaos of granite and sand, its + warm tones and reddish colour. But there are telegraph poles and the lines + of a railroad, which traverse it in company, and disappear in the empty + horizon. And then too how paradoxical and ridiculous it seems to be + travelling here on full security and in a carriage! (The most commonplace + of hackney-carriages, which I hired by the hour on the quay of Assouan.) A + desert indeed which preserves still its aspects of reality, but has become + domesticated and tamed for the use of the tourists and the ladies. + </p> + <p> + First, immense cemeteries surrounded by sand at the beginning of these + quasi-solitudes. Such old cemeteries of every epoch of history. The + thousand little cupolas of saints of Islam are crumbling side by side with + the Christian obelisks of the first centuries; and, underneath, the + Pharaonic hypogea. In the twilight, all these ruins of the dead, all the + scattered blocks of granite are mingled in mournful groupings, outlined in + fantastic silhouette against the pale copper of the sky; broken arches, + tilted domes, and rocks that rise up like tall phantoms. + </p> + <p> + Farther on, when we have left behind this region of tombs, the granites + alone litter the expanse of sand, granites to which the usury of centuries + has given the form of huge round beasts. In places they have been thrown + one upon the other and make great heaps of monsters. Elsewhere they lie + alone among the sands, as if lost in the midst of the infinitude of some + dead sea-shore. The rails and the telegraph poles have disappeared; by the + magic of twilight everything is become grand again, beneath one of those + evening skies of Egypt which, in winter, resemble cold cupolas of metal. + And now it is that you feel yourself verily on the threshold of the + profound desolations of Arabia, from which no barrier, after all separates + you. Were it not for the lack of verisimilitude in the carriage that has + brought us hither, we should be able now to take this desert quite + seriously—for in fact it has no limits. + </p> + <p> + After travelling for about three-quarters of an hour, we see in the + distance a number of lights, which have already been kindled in the + growing darkness. They seem too bright to be those of an Arab encampment. + And our driver turning round and pointing to them says: “Chelal!” + </p> + <p> + Chelal—that is the name of the Arab village, on the riverside, where + you take the boat for Philae. To our disgust the place is lighted by + electricity. It consists of a station, a factory with a long smoking + chimney, and a dozen or so suspicious-looking taverns, reeking of alcohol, + without which, it would seem, our European civilisation could not implant + itself in a new country. + </p> + <p> + And here we embark for Philae. A number of boats are ready: for the + tourists allured by many advertisements flock hither every winter in + docile herds. All the boats, without a single exception, are profusely + decorated with little English flags, as if for some regatta on the Thames. + There is no escape therefore from this beflagging of a foreign holiday—and + we set out with a homesick song of Nubia, which the boatmen sing to the + cadence of the oars. + </p> + <p> + The copper-coloured heaven remains so impregnated with cold light that we + still see clearly. We are amid magnificent tragic scenery on a lake + surrounded by a kind of fearful amphitheatre outlined on all sides by the + mountains of the desert. It was at the bottom of this granite circus that + the Nile used to flow, forming fresh islets, on which the eternal verdure + of the palm-trees contrasted with the high desolate mountains that + surrounded it like a wall. To-day, on account of the barrage established + by the English, the water has steadily risen, like a tide that will never + recede; and this lake, almost a little sea, replaces the meanderings of + the river and has succeeded in submerging the sacred islets. The sanctuary + of Isis—which was enthroned for thousands of years on the summit of + a hill, crowded with temples and colonnades and statues—still half + emerges; but it is alone and will soon go the way of the others, There it + is, beyond, like a great rock, at this hour in which the night begins to + obscure everything. + </p> + <p> + Nowhere but in Upper Egypt have the winter nights these transparencies of + absolute emptiness nor these sinister colourings. As the light gradually + fails, the sky passes from copper to bronze, but remains always metallic. + The zenith becomes brownish like a brazen shield, while the setting sun + alone retains its yellow colour, growing slowly paler till it is almost of + the whiteness of latten; and, above, the mountains of the desert edge + their sharp outlines with a tint of burnt sienna. To-night a freezing wind + blows fiercely in our faces. To the continual chant of the rowers we pass + slowly over the artificial lake, which is upheld as it were in the air by + the English masonry, invisible now in the distance, but divined + nevertheless and revolting. A sacrilegious lake one might call it, since + it hides beneath its troubled waters ruins beyond all price; temples of + the gods of Egypt, churches of the first centuries of Christianity, + obelisks, inscriptions and emblems. It is over these things that we now + pass, while the spray splashes in our faces, and the foam of a thousand + angry little billows. + </p> + <p> + We draw near to what was once the holy isle. In places dying palm-trees, + whose long trunks are to-day under water, still show their moistened + plumes and give an appearance of inundation, almost of cataclysm. + </p> + <p> + Before coming to the sanctuary of Isis, we touch at the kiosk of Philae, + which has been reproduced in the pictures of every age, and is as + celebrated even as the Sphinx and the pyramids. It used to stand on a + pedestal of high rocks, and around it the date-trees swayed their bouquets + of aerial palms. To-day it has no longer a base; its columns rise + separately from this kind of suspended lake. It looks as if it had been + constructed in the water for the purpose of some royal naumachy. We enter + with our boat—a strange port indeed, in its ancient grandeur; a port + of a nameless melancholy, particularly at this yellow hour of the closing + twilight, and under these icy winds that come to us mercilessly from the + neighbouring deserts. And yet how adorable it is, this kiosk of Philae, in + this the abandonment that precedes its downfall! Its columns placed, as it + were, upon something unstable, become thereby more slender, seem to raise + higher still the stone foliage of their capitals. A veritable kiosk of + dreamland now, which one feels is about to disappear for ever under these + waters which will subside no more! + </p> + <p> + And now, for another few moments, it grows quite light again, and tints of + a warmer copper reappear in the sky. Often in Egypt when the sun has set + and you think the light is gone, this furtive recoloration of the air + comes thus to surprise you, before the darkness finally descends. The + reddish tints seem to return to the slender shafts that surround us, and + also, beyond, to the temple of the goddess, standing there like a sheer + rock in the middle of this little sea, which the wind covers with foam. + </p> + <p> + On leaving the kiosk our boat—on this deep usurping water, among the + submerged palm-trees—makes a detour in order to lead us to the + temple by the road which the pilgrims of olden times used to travel on + foot—by that way which, a little while ago, was still magnificent, + bordered with colonnades and statues. But now the road is entirely + submerged, and will never be seen again. Between its double row of columns + the water lifts us to the height of the capitals, which alone emerge and + which we could touch with our hands. It seems like some journey of the end + of time, in a kind of deserted Venice, which is about to topple over, to + sink and be forgotten. + </p> + <p> + We arrive at the temple. Above our heads rise the enormous pylons, + ornamented with figures in bas-relief: an Isis who stretches out her arms + as if she were making signs to us, and numerous other divinities + gesticulating mysteriously. The door which opens in the thickness of these + walls is low, besides being half flooded, and gives on to depths already + in darkness. We row on and enter the sanctuary, and as soon as one boat + has crossed the sacred threshold the boatmen stop their song and suddenly + give voice to the new cry that has been taught them for the benefit of the + tourists: “Hip! Hip! Hip! Hurrah!” Coming at this moment, when, with heart + oppressed by all the utilitarian vandalism that surrounds us, we were + entering the sanctuary, what an effect of gross and imbecile profanation + this bellowing of English joy produces! The boatmen know, moreover, that + they have been displaced, that their day has gone for ever; perhaps even, + in the depths of their Nubian souls, they understand us, for all that we + have imposed silence on them. The darkness increases within, although the + place is open to the sky, and the icy wind blows more mournfully than it + did outside. A penetrating humidity—a humidity altogether unknown in + this country before the inundation—chills us to the bone. We are now + in that part of the temple which was left uncovered, the part where the + faithful used to kneel. The sonority of the granites round about + exaggerates the noise of the oars on the enclosed water, and there is + something confusing in the thought that we are rowing and floating between + the walls where formerly, and for centuries, men were used to prostrate + themselves with their foreheads on the stones. + </p> + <p> + And now it is quite dark; the hour grows late. We have to bring the boat + close to the walls to distinguish the hieroglyphs and rigid gods which are + engraved there as finely as by the burin. These walls, washed for nearly + four years by the inundation, have already taken on at the base that sad + blackish colour which may be seen on the old Venetian palaces. + </p> + <p> + Halt and silence. It is dark and cold. The oars no longer move, and we + hear only the sighing of the wind and the lapping of the water against the + columns and the bas-reliefs—and then suddenly there comes the noise + of a heavy body falling, followed by endless eddies. A great carved stone + has plunged, at its due hour, to rejoin in the black chaos below its + fellows that have already disappeared, to rejoin the submerged temples and + old Coptic churches, and the town of the first Christian centuries—all + that was once the Isle of Philae, the “pearl of Egypt,” one of the marvels + of the world. + </p> + <p> + The darkness is now extreme and we can see no longer. Let us go and + shelter, no matter where, to await the moon. At the end of this uncovered + hall there opens a door which gives on to deep night. It is the holy of + holies, heavily roofed with granite, the highest part of the temple, the + only part which the waters have not yet reached, and there we are able to + put foot to earth. Our footsteps resound noisily on the large resonant + flags, and the owls take to flight. Profound darkness; the wind and the + dampness freeze us. Three hours to go before the rising of the moon; to + wait in this place would be our death. Rather let us return to Chelal, and + shelter ourselves in any lodging that offers, however wretched it may be. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + A tavern of the horrible village in the light of an electric lamp. It + reeks of absinthe, this desert tavern, in which we warm ourselves at a + little smoking fire. It has been hastily built of old tin boxes, of the + debris of whisky cases, and by way of mural decoration the landlord, an + ignorant Maltese, has pasted everywhere pictures cut from our European + pornographic newspapers. During our hours of waiting, Nubians and Arabians + follow one another hither, asking for drink, and are supplied with + brimming glassfuls of our alcoholic beverages. They are the workers in the + new factories who were formerly healthy beings, living in the open air. + But now their faces are stained with coal dust, and their haggard eyes + look unhappy and ill. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + The rising of the moon is fortunately at hand. Once more in our boat we + make our way slowly towards the sad rock which to-day is Philae. The wind + has fallen with the night, as happens almost invariably in this country in + winter, and the lake is calm. To the mournful yellow sky has succeeded one + that is blue-black, infinitely distant, where the stars of Egypt + scintillate in myriads. + </p> + <p> + A great glimmering light shows now in the east and at length the full moon + rises, not blood-coloured as in our climates but straightway very + luminous, and surrounded by an aureole of a kind of mist, caused by the + eternal dust of the sands. And when we return to the baseless kiosk—lulled + always by the Nubian song of the boatmen—a great disc is already + illuminating everything with a gentle splendour. As our little boat winds + in and out, we see the great ruddy disc passing and repassing between the + high columns, so striking in their archaism, whose images are repeated in + the water, that is now grown calm—more than ever a kiosk of + dreamland, a kiosk of old-world magic. + </p> + <p> + In returning to the temple of the goddess, we follow for a second time the + submerged road between the capitals and friezes of the colonnade which + emerge like a row of little reefs. + </p> + <p> + In the uncovered hall which forms the entrance to the temple, it is still + dark between the sovereign granites. Let us moor our boat against one of + the walls and await the good pleasure of the moon. As soon as she shall + have risen high enough to cast her light here, we shall see clearly. + </p> + <p> + It begins by a rosy glimmer on the summit of the pylons; and then takes + the form of a luminous triangle, very clearly defined, which grows + gradually larger on the immense wall. Little by little it descends towards + the base of the temple, revealing to us by degrees the intimidating + presence of the bas-reliefs, the gods, goddesses and hieroglyphs, and the + assemblies of people who make signs among themselves. We are no longer + alone—a whole world of phantoms has been evoked around us by the + moon, some little, some very large. They had been hiding there in the + shadow and now suddenly they recommence their mute conversations, without + breaking the profound silence, using only their expressive hands and + raised fingers. And now also the colossal Isis begins to appear—the + one carved on the left of the portico by which you enter; first, her + refined head with its bird's helmet, surmounted by a solar disc; then, as + the light continues to descend, her neck and shoulders, and her arm, + raised to make who knows what mysterious, indicating sign; and finally the + slim nudity of her torso, and her hips close bound in a sheath. Behold her + now, the goddess, come completely out of the shadow. . . . But she seems + surprised and disturbed at seeing at her feet, instead of the stones she + had known for two thousand years, her own likeness, a reflection of + herself, that stretches away, reversed in the mirror of the water. . . . + </p> + <p> + And suddenly, in the mist of the deep nocturnal calm of this temple, + isolated here in the lake, comes again the sound of a kind of mournful + booming, of things that topple, precious stones that become detached and + fall—and then, on the surface of the lake, a thousand concentric + circles form, close one another and disappear, ruffling indefinitely this + mirror embanked between the terrible granites, in which Isis regards + herself sorrowfully. + </p> + <p> + <i>Postscript.</i>—The submerging of Philae, as we know, has + increased by no less than seventy-five millions of pounds the annual yield + of the surrounding land. Encouraged by this success, the English propose + next year to raise the barrage of the Nile another twenty feet. As a + consequence this sanctuary of Isis will be completely submerged, the + greater part of the ancient temples of Nubia will be under water, and + fever will infect the country. But, on the other hand, the cultivation of + cotton will be enormously facilitated. . . . + </p> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Egypt (La Mort De Philae), by Pierre Loti + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK EGYPT (LA MORT DE PHILAE) *** + +***** This file should be named 3685-h.htm or 3685-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/3/6/8/3685/ + +Produced by Dagny; John Bickers; David Widger + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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