Waltari - The Egyptian

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BOOK 1

THE REED BOAT

I, Sinuhe, the son of Senmut and of his wife Kipa, write this. I do not write it to the glory of the gods in the land of Kem, for I am weary of gods, nor to the glory of the Pharaohs, for I am weary of their deeds. I write neither from fear nor from any hope of the future but for myself alone. During my life I have seen, known, and lost too much to be the prey of vain dread; and, as for the hope of immortality, I am as weary of that as I am of gods and kings. For my own sake only I write this; and herein I differ from all other writers, past and to come.

I begin this book in the third year of my exile on the shores of the Eastern Sea, whence ships put out for the land of Punt, near the desert, near those hills from which stone was quarried to build the statues of former kings. I write it because wine is bitter to my tongue, because I have lost my pleasure in women, and because neither gardens nor fish pools delight me any more. I have driven away the singers, and the sound of pipes and strings is torment to my ear. Therefore, I write this, I, Sinuhe, who make no use of my wealth, my golden cups, my ebony, ivory, and myrrh.

They have not been taken from me. Slaves still fear my rod; guards bow their heads and stretch out their hands at

knee level before me. But bounds have been set to my walking, and no ships can put in through the surf of these shores; never again shall I smell the smell of black earth on a night in spring.

My name was once inscribed in Pharaoh's golden book, and I dwelt at his right hand. My words outweighed those of the mighty in the land of Kem; nobles sent me gjfts, and chains of gold were hung about my neck. I possessed all that a man can desire, but like a man I desired moretherefore, I am what I am. I was driven from Thebes in the sixth year of the reign of Pharaoh Ho-remheb, to be beaten to death like a cur if I returnedto be crushed like a frog between the stones if I took one step beyond the area prescribed for my dwelling place. This is by command of the King, of Pharaoh who was once my friend.

But before I begin my book I will let my heart cry out in lamentation, for so an exile's heart must cry when it is black with sorrow.

He who has once drunk of Nile water will forever yearn to be by the Nile again; his thirst cannot be quenched by the waters of any other land.

I would exchange my cup for an earthenware mug if my feet might once more tread the soft dust in the land of Kem. I would give my linen clothes for the skins of a slave if once more I might hear the reeds of the river rustling in the spring wind.

Clear were the waters of my youth; sweet was my folly. Bitter is the wine of age, and not the choicest honeycomb can equal the coarse bread of my poverty. Turn, O you yearsroll again, you vanished yearssail, Ammon, from west to east across the heavens and bring again my youth! Not one word of it will I alter, not my least action will I amend. O brittle pen, smooth papyrus, give me back my folly and my youth!

Senmut, whom I called my father, was physician to the poor of Thebes, and Kipa was his wife. They had no chil

dren, and they were old when I came to them. In their simphcity they said I was a gift from the gods, little guessing what evil the gift would bring them. Kipa named me Sinuhe after someone in a story, for she loved stories, and it seemed to her that I had come fleeing from danger like my namesake of the legend, who by chance overheard a frightful secret in Pharaoh's tent and fled, to live for many adventurous years in foreign lands.

This was but a childish notion of hers; she hoped that I, too, would always rxm from danger and avoid misfortime. But the priests of Ammon hold that a name is an omen, and it may be that mine brought me peril and adventure and sent me into foreign lands. It made me a sharer in dreadful secretssecrets of kings and their wivessecrets that may be the bearers of death. And at the last my name made me a fugitive and an exile.

Yet I should be as childish as poor Kipa to fancy that a name can influence one's destiny; would it not have been the same if I had been called Kepni or Kafran or Moses? So I believeyet Sinuhe was indeed exiled whereas Heb, the son of the Falcon, was crowned as Horemheb with the red and white crown, to be king over the Upper and Lower Kingdoms. As to the significance of names, therefore, each must judge for himself; each in his own faith will find solace against the evils and reverses of this life.

I was bom in the reign of the great King Amenhotep III and in the same year as that one who desired to live by truth and whose name may no longer be named because it is accursedthough at the time nothing of this was known. There was great rejoicing at the palace when he was bom, and the King brought many sacrifices to the great temple of Ammon that he had built; the people also were glad, not knowing what was to come. The royal consort Taia had until then hoped vainly for a son, though she had been consort for twenty-two years and her name was written beside that of the King in the temples and upon the statues. Therefore, he whose name may no longer be named was proclaimed heir with elaborate ceremonial as soon as the priests had performed the circumcision.

He was not born untU the spring in the sowing season, whereas I had come the previous autumn when the floods stood at their highest The day of my birth is unknown for I came drifting down the Nile in a little reed boat daubed with pitch, and my mother Kipa found me among the reeds on the shore close by her own doorstep. The swaUows had just returned and were twittering above me, but I lay so still that she believed me dead She brought me to her house and warmed me by the charcoal nre and blew mto my mouth until I whimpered.

My father Senmut came back from visiting his patients carrymg two ducks and a bushel of flour. When he heard me crymg, he thought Kipa had adopted a kitten and was about to rebuke her, but my mother said, "It is not a catI have a son! Rejoice, Senmut my husband, for a son has been bom to us!"

My father caUed her an idiot and was angry until she showed me to him, and then he was moved by my helplessness So they adopted me as their own child and even put It about among the neighbors that Kipa had borne me. This was foohsh, and I do not know how many beheved her. But Kipa kept the reed boat that brought me and hung It up in the roof above my bed. My father took his

.K ,^1^^. ^"1 ^"^ ^^ ^^"'P^^ ^^ ^^d me registered in tne txx>k of buths as his own son born of Kipa, but the circumcision he did himself, for he was a doctor and reared the pnests' knives because they left infected wounds. He did not let the priests touch me. Also he may have wanted to save money, for a poor people's doctor is not a wealthy man.