Kenkenes prepared to meet a prince of Egypt, whatever the personality
of the Israelite. He dropped on one knee, bent his head and extended
his hand with the palm toward Moses. The great man took the fingers
and bade the young Egyptian arise. Forty years a courtier, forty years
a shepherd, but the graces of the one had not been forgotten in the
simplicities of the other. When Kenkenes gained his feet, lo! he faced
the wondrous stranger he had seen in the tomb of the Incomparable
Pharaoh.
At a sign from Moses Kenkenes came near to him, that the howl of the
tempest and the turmoil of Israel might not drown their voices.
"Thou art weary, my son," the Israelite said, glancing at the tired
face and dusty raiment. "Hast thou come from afar?"
"From Goshen to Tanis, and hither, O Prince."
"Afoot?"
"Even so."
"Thou hast journeyed farther than Israel, and Israel is most weary. I
trust thy journey is done."
And this was the confounder of Egypt, the vicar of God--this kindly
noble!
"Not yet, O Prince; but its dearest mission endeth here. I come of the
blood of the oppressors, but I am full of pity for thy people's wrongs.
Knowest thou that the Egyptians pursue thee? Is thy hand made strong
with resource? Hath the Lord God prepared thee against them?"
"From whom art thou sent?" the Israelite asked pointedly.
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