The Revenge of Ur-Tasen E-Book

Baroness Emmuska Orczy

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• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 24

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

The Revenge of Ur-Tasen showcases Baroness Orczy's early talent for weaving exotic settings, vengeance, and fate into a dramatic short tale. Set in ancient Egypt, the story unfolds around Ur-Tasen, a powerful priest whose thirst for revenge consumes him. Driven by pride, jealousy, and the rigid codes of a civilization steeped in ritual and mysticism, Ur-Tasen's pursuit of vengeance leads him into a web of betrayal and inevitable tragedy. With its blend of historical atmosphere, psychological tension, and moral reckoning, the story offers a glimpse of Orczy's range beyond Revolutionary France, proving her mastery of timeless themes: pride, passion, and the destructive lure of revenge.

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The Revenge of Ur-Tasen

By: Baroness Emmuska ORCZY

Edited by: Rafat Allam

Copyright © 2025 by Al-Mashreq eBookstore

Illustrated by J. Ambrose Walton

Published in the June, 1900 issue of Pearson’s Magazine

No part of this publication may be reproduced whole or in part in any form without the prior written permission of the author

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These are for thee, oh, my son—thou, whom, in my blind and selfish desire for revenge, I have so cruelly wronged. Perchance, in years to come—if our holy mother Isis will allow thee to make atonement for thy father’s sin by devoting thyself to her service—thy footsteps might lead thee here; then thou wilt find these, my last thoughts, my final prayer, before jackal-headed Anubis guides my soul to the judgment seat of Osiris, the most high, who rules the day.

Read this, my son, and perchance, when thou hast read, a tear will fall from thine eye-lid, and thy lips may frame a pardon instead of a curse.

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The air grows hot and oppressive. A faint scent of myrrh and incense, the mellow distant strain of the sistrum, bring before my weary eyes visions of the happy times when first I knew and loved thy mother. Oh, my son, she was beautiful! All the gods must have rejoiced the day that she was born. Not tall, but lithe, and with cheeks as smooth as the polished granite; but my pen fails me, and I am blinded with unshed tears, when I would try to tell thee of the glories of her eyes. They were large and deep, and vainly did I strive for years to read what lay hidden therein, whilst he came, and read in one hour. Oh, holy mother Isis, grant me the boon to die in peace, and not with a curse upon my lips!

We were very happy, she and I, especially after thou wert born. She loved thee tenderly, and would sit for hours spinning and weaving the daintiest garments for thy wee body, singing the while as gay and merry as a bird.

I was much employed then in the decoration of the new temple to Set which Pharaoh caused to be built within the city. I was a skilled artisan, and my work was much praised and admired; even the high priest once deigned to tell me that it was good, and I believe that Sethos himself, the mighty Pharaoh, asked who had fashioned those beautiful figures on the wall.