An Egyptian Princess — Volume 02 — Key Ideas to Explore

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Ebers, Georg, 1837-1898, Grove, Eleanor [Translator] Project Gutenberg 2004 Not confirmed
Egypt -- History -- To 332 B.C. -- Fiction; German fiction -- Translations into English Readers of public-domain and historical texts
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This volume shifts between intimate domestic scenes and grand court spectacle, using contrasting settings—a deserted supper-room, a sleeping maiden's chamber, and a lavish reception hall—to underscore the personal costs of political marriage in ancient Egypt.
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The guests were all gone. Their departing mirth and joy had been smitten down by the drunkard's abusive words, like fresh young corn beneath a hail storm. Rhodopis was left standing alone in the empty, brightly decorated (supper-room). Knakias extinguished the colored lamps on the walls, and a dull, mysterious half-light took the place of their brilliant rays, falling scantily and gloomily on the piled-up plates and dishes, the remnants of the meal, and the seats and cushions, pushed out of their places by the retiring guests. A cold breeze came through the open door, for the dawn was at hand, and just before sunrise, the air is generally unpleasantly cool in Egypt. A cold chill struck the limbs of the aged woman through her light garments. She stood gazing tearlessly and fixedly into the desolate room, whose walls but a few minutes before had been echoing with joy and gladness, and it seemed to her that the deserted guest-chamber must be like her own heart. She felt as if a worm were gnawing there, and the warm blood congealing into ice.

Lost in these thoughts, she remained standing till at last her old female slave appeared to light her to her sleeping apartment.

Silently Rhodopis allowed herself to be undressed, and then, as silently, lifted the curtain which separated a second sleeping apartment from her own. In the middle of this second room stood a bedstead of maplewood, and there, on white sheets spread over a mattress of fine sheep's wool, and protected from the cold by bright blue coverlets's, lay a graceful, lovely girl asleep; this was Rhodopis' granddaughter, Sappho. The rounded form and delicate figure seemed to denote one already in opening maidenhood, but the peaceful, blissful smile could only belong to a harmless, happy child.

One hand lay under her head, hidden among the thick dark brown hair, the other clasped unconsciously a little amulet of green stone, which hung round her neck. Over her closed eyes the long lashes trembled almost imperceptibly, and a delicate pink flush came and went on the cheek of the slumberer. The finely-cut nostrils rose and fell with her regular breathing, and she lay there, a picture of innocence, of peace, smiling in dreams, and of the slumber that the gods bestow on early youth, when care has not yet come.

Softly and carefully, crossing the thick carpets on tiptoe, the grey- haired woman approached, looked with unutterable tenderness into the smiling, childish face, and, kneeling down silently by the side of the bed, buried her face in its soft coverings, so that the girl's hand just came in contact with her hair. Then she wept, and without intermission; as though she hoped with this flood of tears to wash away not only her recent humiliation, but with it all other sorrow from her mind.

At length she rose, breathed a light kiss on the sleeping girl's forehead, raised her hands in prayer towards heaven, and returned to her own room, gently and carefully as she had come.

At her own bedside she found the old slave-woman, still waiting for her.

"What do you want so late, Melitta?" said Rhodopis, kindly, under her breath. "Go to bed; at your age it is not good to remain up late, and you know that I do not require you any longer. Good night! and do not come to-morrow until I send for you. I shall not be able to sleep much to-night, and shall be thankful if the morning brings me a short repose."

The woman hesitated; it seemed that she had some thing on her mind which she feared to utter.

"There is something you want to ask me?" said Rhodopis.

Still the old slave hesitated.

"Speak!" said Rhodopis, "speak at once, and quickly."

"I saw you weeping," said the slave-woman, "you seem ill or sad; let me watch this night by your bedside. Will you not tell me what ails you? You have often found that to tell a sorrow lightens the heart and lessens the pain. Then tell me your grief to-day too; it will do you good, it will bring back peace to your mind."

"No," answered the other, "I cannot utter it." And then she continued, smiling bitterly: "I have once more experienced that no one, not even a god, has power to cancel the past of any human being, and that, in this world, misfortune and disgrace are one and the same. Good night, leave me; Melitta!"

At noon on the following day, the same boat, which, the evening before, had carried the Athenian and the Spartan, stopped once more before Rhodopis' garden.

The second volume of An Egyptian Princess opens not with a royal decree or a battle, but with an emptied supper-room. The guests have gone, their departing mirth struck down by a drunkard's words, leaving Rhodopis alone among the debris of colored lamps and displaced cushions. This quiet, desolate tableau—a cold breeze at dawn, the aged woman's tearless gaze—establishes a pattern of emotional aftermath that recurs throughout the volume. Ebers repeatedly moves from crowded festivity to solitary reflection, using the physical space of emptied rooms to mirror inner desolation.

From Desolation to Innocence: The Sleeping Sappho

Rhodopis' silent vigil in the supper-room gives way to an even more intimate scene: her granddaughter Sappho asleep. The description is meticulous: a bedstead of maplewood, white sheets, blue coverlets, an amulet of green stone clasped unconsciously. The girl's peaceful smile and delicate pink flush belong to a child, not yet touched by care. Ebers dwells on the physical details of the sleeping figure—the long lashes, the finely-cut nostrils—as if to fix this moment of innocence before it is inevitably lost. The contrast between the cold, disordered banquet hall and this warm, orderly chamber is stark. Rhodopis kneels, weeps, buries her face in the coverings, and the narrative lingers on her silent grief, suggesting that the political machinations of the court have already begun to exact their toll on the private sphere.

The Physician's Law and the Sacred Grove

A later passage shifts abruptly to a description of Sais, delivered in the voice of a guide—likely King Amasis himself. The focus is on the division of medical specialties: aurists, dentists, oculists, surgeons for fractures, others for internal diseases. The explanation is precise: priestly law forbids a dentist from treating a deaf man, a surgeon for broken bones from treating a bowel complaint. This system, Ebers notes, aims at thorough knowledge, and the priests pursue science with praiseworthy earnestness. The passage then moves to the house of the high-priest Neithotep, praised by Pythagoras, and the temple of Neith with its lotus-columns and colossal granite chapel. But entrance is refused to strangers. The guide's voice is practical, almost bureaucratic, yet the detail about the sacred grove and the forbidden temple hints at a hidden, inaccessible world—a counterpart to the open halls of the palace.

The Betrothal Hall: Light, Plants, and Music

The volume's most elaborate set piece is the reception hall prepared for Nitetis' betrothal. Ebers describes a ceiling sown with golden stars, gaily-painted columns, lamps of colored papyrus casting a light like sun through colored glass. The space between columns and walls is filled with choice plants: palms, oleanders, pomegranates, oranges, roses. Behind this greenery, an invisible band of harp and flute players produces monotonous, solemn music. The floor is paved in black and white; tables bear cold roast meats, sweets, baskets of fruit and cake, golden jugs of wine, glass cups, and artistic flower-vases. The hall is a carefully constructed spectacle, designed to display wealth and splendor. Yet the music is monotonous, the light artificial, and the plants are arranged to hide the musicians—a stage set for a political performance. The description emphasizes the controlled, almost theatrical nature of the celebration, contrasting with the genuine emotion of the earlier domestic scenes.

The King's Choice: Nitetis or Tachot

In a brief but crucial exchange, Croesus and Amasis discuss the choice of bride for Cambyses. The Persian ambassador Nebenchari had spoken only of Tachot, the second daughter. But Amasis decides to send Nitetis, his fairest child. His reasoning is layered: Tachot is too tender for the journey and the pain of separation; his own heart would keep Nitetis in Egypt; but Egypt needs peace, and he was a king before a father. The dialogue is economical, but the weight of the decision is clear. Nitetis is to be sent into a dangerous environment—the women's apartments of the Persian palace, which Croesus describes as 'dangerous ground.' The king's choice is presented as a political necessity, but the earlier scenes with Rhodopis and Sappho remind the reader that this decision carries a personal cost that the narrative has already begun to explore.

Ebers builds this volume around a series of contrasts: the deserted room versus the sleeping child, the forbidden temple versus the open hall, the king's public duty versus his private affection. The movement between these scenes is not merely scenic but structural, each space carrying an emotional or political charge. Readers attentive to setting will find that the architecture of the palace and the city of Sais becomes a map of the tensions—between innocence and experience, science and secrecy, spectacle and sincerity—that drive the narrative forward.

Sometimes a story stays because of its quiet rooms, not its grand halls. I felt that reading about the Egyptian princess, alone in spaces built for others. It reminded me of the ache in Sylvia's Marriage: A Novel — Story, Setting & Ideas, where a wedding becomes a kind of solitude. Perhaps you know that feeling too.

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