The Bride of the Nile | Page 3

folks, as our next neighbors, and
perhaps even of our own race and blood, he preferred you--my brother
told me so--to those Byzantine heretics, flayers of men and thirsting for
blood, but yet, the Mukaukas is as good a Christian as breathes."
The Arab had listened attentively and with a subtle smile to the
Memphite, whose duties as guide now compelled him to break off. The
Egyptian made the whole caravan turn down an alley that led into a
street running parallel to the river, where a few fine houses still stood in
the midst of their gardens. When men and beasts were making their
way along a better pavement the merchant observed: "I knew the father
of the man you were speaking of, very well. He was wealthy and
virtuous; of his son too I hear nothing but good. But is he still allowed
to bear the title of governor, or, what did you call him?--Mukaukas?"
"Certainly, Master," said the guide. "There is no older family than his
in all Egypt, and if old Menas was rich the Mukaukas is richer, both by
inheritance and by his wife's dower. Nor could we wish for a more
sensible or a juster governor! He keeps his eye on his underlings too;
still, business is not done now as briskly as formerly, for though he is
not much older than I am--and I am not yet sixty--he is always ailing
and has not been seen out of the house for months. Even when your
chief wants to see him he comes over to this side of the river. It is a pity
with such a man as he; and who was it that broke down his stalwart
strength? Why, those Melchite dogs; you may ask all along the Nile,
long as it is, who was at the bottom of any misfortune, and you will
always get the same answer: Wherever the Melchite or the Greek sets
foot the grass refuses to grow."
"But the Mukaukas, the emperor's representative . . . the Arab began.
The Egyptian broke in however:
"He, you think, must be safe from them? They did not certainly injure
his person; but they did worse, for when the Melchites rose up against

our party--it was at Alexandria, and the late Greek patriarch Cyrus had
a finger in that pie--they killed his two sons, two fine, splendid
men--killed them like dogs; and it crushed him completely."
"Poor man!" sighed the Arab. "And has he no child left?"
"Oh, yes. One son, and the widow of his eldest. She went into a
convent after her husband's death, but she left her child, her little
Mary--she must be ten years old now--to live with her grandparents."
"That is well," said the old man, "that will bring some sunshine into the
house."
"No doubt, Master. And just lately they have had some cause for
rejoicing. The only surviving son--Orion is his name--came home only
the day before yesterday from Constantinople where he has been for a
long time. There was a to-do! Half the city went crazy. Thousands went
out to meet him, as though he were the Saviour; they erected triumphal
arches, even folks of my creed--no one thought of hanging back. One
and all wanted to see the son of the great Mukaukas, and the women of
course were first and foremost!"
"You speak, however," said the Arab, "as though the returning hero
were not worthy of so much honor."
"That is as folks think," replied the Egyptian shrugging his shoulders.
"At any rate he is the only son of the greatest man in the land."
"But he does not promise to be like the old man?"
"Oh, yes, indeed," said the guide. "My brother, a priest, and the head of
one of our great schools, was his tutor, and he never met such a clever
head as Orion's, he tells me. He learnt everything without any trouble
and at the same time worked as hard as a poor man's son. We may
expect him to win fame and honor--so Marcus says--for his parents and
for the city of Memphis: but for my part, I can see the shady side, and I
tell you the women will turn his head and bring him to a bad end. He is
handsome, taller even than the old man in his best days, and he knows

how to make the most of himself when he meets a pretty face--and
pretty faces are always to be met in his path . . ."
"And the young rascal takes what he finds!" said the Moslem laughing.
"If that is all you are alarmed at I am glad for the youth. He is young
and such things are allowable."
"Nay, Sir, even my brother--he lives now in Alexandria, and