"Were there in Phoenicia a single ruler who knew what was happening and who commanded in all parts, that country would not pay us one uten of tribute. But what a happiness for us that the kings of Nineveh and Babylon have each only one minister, and are tormented with the onrush of business as Thou art this day. They wish to see, judge, and command everything; hence the affairs of their states are entangled for a century to come. But were some insignificant scribe to go from Egypt to those kings, explain their errors of management, and give them our official system, our pyramid, in a year's time Judaea and Phoenicia would fall into the hands of the Assyrians, and in a few tens of years powerful armies, coming from the East and the North by laud and by sea, would hurl themselves on us, armies which we might not be able to vanquish."
"Therefore let us fall on them today and take advantage of their want of order," cried Ramses.
"We are not cured yet of previous victories," answered Herhor, coldly; and he began to take leave of the viceroy.
"Have victories weakened us?" burst out the heir. "Or have we not brought home treasures?"
"But does not the axe with which we cut wood become blunted?" inquired
Herhor; and he went out.
The prince understood that the great minister wished peace at all costs, in spite of the fact that he was chief of the armies.
"We shall see," whispered Ramses to himself.
A couple of days before his departure Ramses was summoned to his holiness. The pharaoh was sitting in an armchair in a marble hall; no other person was present, and the four entrances were guarded by Nubian sentries.
At the side of the royal armchair was a stool for the prince, and a small table covered with documents written on papyrus. On the walls were colored bas-reliefs showing the occupations of field-workers, and in the comers of the hall were ungraceful statues of Osiris smiling pensively.
When the prince at command of his father sat down, his holiness spoke to him,