BOOK THE FIRST
6. Chapter VI
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Apaecides remained silent, but the changes rapidly passing over his speaking
countenance betrayed the effect produced upon him by the words of the
Egyptian--words made tenfold more eloquent by the voice, the aspect, and the
manner of the man.
'While, then,' resumed Arbaces, 'our fathers of the Nile thus achieved the
first elements by whose life chaos is destroyed, namely, the obedience and
reverence of the multitude for the few, they drew from their majestic and
starred meditations that wisdom which was no delusion: they invented the
codes and regularities of law--the arts and glories of existence. They
asked belief; they returned the gift by civilization. Were not their very
cheats a virtue! Trust me, whosoever in yon far heavens of a diviner and
more beneficent nature look down upon our world, smile approvingly on the
wisdom which has worked such ends. But you wish me to apply these
generalities to yourself; I hasten to obey the wish. The altars of the
goddess of our ancient faith must be served, and served too by others than
the stolid and soulless things that are but as pegs and hooks whereon to
hang the fillet and the robe. Remember two sayings of Sextus the
Pythagorean, sayings borrowed from the lore of Egypt. The first is, "Speak
not of God to the multitude"; the second is, "The man worthy of God is a god
among men." As Genius gave to the ministers of Egypt worship, that empire in
late ages so fearfully decayed, thus by Genius only can the dominion be
restored. I saw in you, Apaecides, a pupil worthy of my lessons--a minister
worthy of the great ends which may yet be wrought; your energy, your
talents, your purity of faith, your earnestness of enthusiasm, all fitted
you for that calling which demands so imperiously high and ardent qualities:
I fanned, therefore, your sacred desires; I stimulated you to the step you
have taken. But you blame me that I did not reveal to you the little souls
and the juggling tricks of your companions. Had I done so, Apaecides, I had
defeated my own object; your noble nature would have at once revolted, and
Isis would have lost her priest.'
Apaecides groaned aloud. The Egyptian continued, without heeding the
interruption.
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