The Bride of the Nile | Page 2

features.
The Egyptian guide who rode on a brisk little ass by his side, looked up

frequently and with evident pleasure at the merchant's face--not in itself
a handsome one with its hollow cheeks, meagre beard and large
aquiline nose--for it was lighted up by a pair of bright eyes, full of
attractive thoughtfulness and genuine kindness. But that this
fragile-looking man, in whose benevolent countenance grief and
infirmities had graven many a furrow, could not only command but
compel submission was legible alike in his thin, firmly-closed lips and
in the zeal with which his following of truculent and bearded fighting
men, armed to the teeth, obeyed his slightest sign.
His Egyptian attendant, the head of the Hermeneutai--the guild of the
Dragomans of that period--was a swarthy and surly native of Memphis;
whenever he accidentally came too close to the fierce-looking riders of
the dromedaries he shrunk his shoulders as if he expected a blow or a
push, while he poured out question and answer to the Merchant
Haschim, the owner of the caravan, without timidity and with the
voluble garrulity of his tribe.
"You seem very much at home here in Memphis," he observed, when
the old man had expressed his surprise at the decadence and
melancholy change in the city.
"Thirty years ago," replied the merchant, "my business often brought
me hither. How many houses are now empty and in ruins where
formerly only heavy coin could secure admittance! Ruins on all
sides!--Who has so cruelly mutilated that fine church? My
fellow-believers left every Christian fane untouched--that I know from
our chief Amru himself."
"It was the principal church of the Melchites, the Emperor's minions,"
cried the guide, as if that were ample explanation of the fact. The
merchant, however, did not take it so.
"Well," he said, "and what is there so dreadful in their creed?"
"What?" said the Egyptian, and his eye flashed wrathfully.
"What?--They dismember the divine person of the Saviour and attribute
to it two distinct natures. And then!--All the Greeks settled here, and

encouraged by the protection of the emperor, treated us, the owners of
the land, like slaves, till your nation came to put an end to their
oppression. They drove us by force into their churches, and every
true-born Egyptian was punished as a rebel and a leper. They mocked
at us and persecuted us for our faith in the one divine nature of our
Lord."
"And so," interrupted the merchant, "as soon as we drove out the
Greeks you behaved more unmercifully to them and their sanctuaries
than we--whom you scorn as infidels--did to you!"
"Mercy?--for them!" cried the Egyptian indignantly, as he cast an evil
eye on the demolished edifice. "They have reaped what they sowed;
and now every one in Egypt who does not believe in your One
God--blessed be the Saviour!--confesses the one sole nature of our
Lord Jesus Christ. You drove out the Melchite rabble, and then it was
our part to demolish the temples of their wretched Saviour, who lost
His divine Unity at the synod of Chalcedon--damnation wait upon it!"
"But still the Melchites are fellow-believers with you--they are
Christians," said the merchant.
"Christians?" echoed the guide with a contemptuous shrug. "They may
regard themselves as Christians; but I, with every one else great and
small in this land, am of opinion that they have no right whatever to
call themselves our fellow-believers and Christians. They all are and
shall be for ever accursed with their hundreds--nay thousands of
devilish heresies, by which they degrade our God and Redeemer to the
level of that idol on the stone pillar. Half a cow and half a man! Why,
what rational being, I ask you, could pray to such a mongrel thing? We
Jacobites or Monophysites or whatever they choose to call us will not
yield a jot or tittle of the divine nature of our Lord and Saviour; and if
the old faith must die out, I will turn Moslem and be converted to your
One Omnipotent God; for before I confess the heresies of the Melchites
I will be hewn in pieces, and my wife and children with me. Who
knows what may be coming to pass? And there are many advantages in
going over to your side: for the power is in your hands, and long may
you keep it! We have got to be ruled by strangers; and who would not

rather pay small tribute to the wise and healthy Khalif at Medina than a
heavy one to the sickly imperial brood of Melchites at Constantinople.
The Mukaukas George, to be sure, is not a bad sort of man, and as he so
soon gave up all idea of resisting you he was no doubt of my opinion.
Regarding you as just and pious