The last novel written by Haggard; finished just before his death and published posthumously.
Ramose is the offspring of an Egyptian Pharaoh and a Greek woman. Brought up in a life of luxury he is catapulted into a life of adventure which leads him to the fall of Babylon at the hand of the Persian Empire under Cyrus.
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Генри Райдер Хаггард. Belshazzar
Chapter 1. Ramose and his Mother
Chapter 2. The Cup of Hathor
Chapter 3. The Counsel of Belus
Chapter 4. The Fall of Ramose
Chapter 5. The Flight to Amasis
Chapter 6. The Gift of God
Chapter 7. Ramose Seeks Refuge in Cyprus
Chapter 8. At Memphis
Chapter 9. Pharaoh Comes to Memphis
Chapter 10. The Happy House
Chapter 11. The Burial of Apis
Chapter 12. Gone!
Chapter 13. Babylon
Chapter 14. The Prophet and the Prince
Chapter 15. Ramose Finds Friends
Chapter 16. Ramose is Tempted
Chapter 17. At the Western Gate
Chapter 18. The Letter
Chapter 19. The Lady of the Litter
Chapter 20. The End of Obil
Chapter 21. The Writing on the Wall
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An hour later, guided by the messengers, one of whom had gone on ahead to warn this lady Atyra of my coming, I caught sight of her camp set upon the sand at the edge of the cultivated land, and noted that it was large. The tents were many, dark in colour, most of them, for they were woven of camel hair after the Arab fashion, but in their midst was a great white pavilion dyed with stripes of blue and red, over which fluttered a strange, three-pointed flag which seemed to be blazoned with stars of gold.
This banner, I guessed, must mark the resting-place of the lady Atyra who called herself a queen. What sort of a queen was she, I wondered. Thick-made and black probably, though these Syrians whom in my ignorance I believed to be swarthy folk, thought her fair, as indeed all queens are fair according to those who serve them.
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I think there must have been some medicine in that wine, for presently all the pain left my head and neck and I fell fast asleep, yet not so fast but that through the long hours I seemed to dream of the loveliness of this Syrian queen, until at length I was awakened by the sunlight shining in my eyes.
A servant who must have been watching me, noted this and went away as though to call some one. Then an old man came, one with a white beard who wore a strange-shaped cap.
