ThisbooksuggeststhattherealPharaohoftheExoduswasnotMeneptahorMerenptah，sonofRamesestheGreat，butthemysterioususurper，Amenmeses，whoforayearortwooccupiedthethronebetweenthedeathofMeneptahandtheaccessionofhissontheheir-apparent，thegentle-naturedSetiII。
　　OfthefateofAmenmeseshistorysaysnothing；hemaywellhaveperishedintheRedSeaorrathertheSeaofReeds，for，unlikethoseofMeneptahandthesecondSeti，hisbodyhasnotbeenfound。
　　StudentsofEgyptologywillbefamiliarwiththewritingsofthescribeandnovelistAnana，orAnaasheisherecalled。
　　ItwastheAuthor’shopetodedicatethisstorytoSirGastonMaspero，K。C。M。G。，DirectoroftheCairoMuseum，withwhomonseveraloccasionshediscusseditsplotsomeyearsago。Unhappily，however，weigheddownbyoneofthebereavementsofthewar，thisgreatEgyptologistdiedintheintervalbetweenitswritinganditspublication。Still，sinceLadyMasperoinformshimthatsuchisthewishofhisfamily，headdsthededicationwhichhehadproposedtooffertothateminentwriterandstudentofthepast。
　　DearSirGastonMaspero，WhenyouassuredmeastoaromanceofmineconcerningancientEgypt，thatitwassofullofthe“innerspiritoftheoldEgyptians“that，afterkindredeffortsofyourownandalifetimeofstudy，youcouldnotconceivehowithadbeenpossibleforittospringfromthebrainofamodernman，Ithoughtyourverdict，comingfromsuchajudge，oneofthegreatestcomplimentsthateverIreceived。Itisthisopinionofyoursindeedwhichinducesmetoofferyouanothertaleofalikecomplexion。EspeciallyamIencouragedtheretobyacertainconversationbetweenusinCairo，whilewegazedatthemajesticcountenanceofthePharaohMeneptah，forthenitwas，asyoumayrecall，thatyousaidyouthoughttheplanofthisbookprobableandthatitcommendeditselftoyourknowledgeofthosedimdays。
　　Withgratitudeforyourhelpandkindnessandthesinceresthomagetoyouraccumulatedloreconcerningthemostmysteriousofalltheperishedpeoplesoftheearth，BelievemetoremainYourtrueadmirer，H。RiderHaggard。
　　Thisisthestoryofme，Anathescribe，sonofMeri，andofcertainofthedaysthatIhavespentupontheearth。ThesethingsIhavewrittendownnowthatIamveryoldinthereignofRameses，thethirdofthatname，whenEgyptisoncemorestrongandasshewasintheancienttime。Ihavewrittenthembeforedeathtakesme，thattheymaybeburiedwithmeindeath，forasmyspiritshallariseinthehourofresurrection，soalsothesemywordsmayariseintheirhourandtelltothosewhoshallcomeaftermeupontheearthofwhatIknewupontheearth。LetitbeasThoseinheavenshalldecree。AtleastI
　　writeandwhatIwriteistrue。
　　ItellofhisdivineMajestywhomIlovedandloveasmyownsoul，SetiMeneptahthesecond，whosedayofbirthwasmydayofbirth，theHawkwhohasflowntoheavenbeforeme；ofUsertitheProud，hisqueen，shewhoafterwardsmarriedhisdivineMajesty，Saptah，whomI
　　sawlaidinhertombatThebes。ItellofMerapi，whowasnamedMoonofIsrael，andofherpeople，theHebrews，whodweltforlonginEgyptanddepartedthence，havingpaidusbackinlossandshameforallthegoodandillwegavethem。ItellofthewarbetweenthegodsofEgyptandthegodofIsrael，andofmuchthatbefelltherein。
　　AlsoI，theKing’sCompanion，thegreatscribe，thebelovedofthePharaohswhohavelivedbeneaththesunwithme，tellofothermenandmatters。Behold!isitnotwritteninthisroll？Read，yewhoshallfindinthedaysunborn，ifyourgodshavegivenyouskill。Read，O
　　childrenofthefuture，andlearnthesecretsofthatpastwhichtoyouissofarawayandyetintruthsonear。
　　Asitchanced，althoughthePrinceSetiandIwerebornuponthesamedayandtherefore，liketheothermothersofgentlerankwhosechildrensawthelightuponthatday，mymotherreceivedPharaoh’sgiftandIreceivedthetitleofRoyalTwininRa，neverdidIseteyesuponthedivinePrinceSetiuntilthethirtiethbirthdayofbothofus。Allofwhichhappenedthus。
　　InthosedaysthegreatPharaoh，Ramesesthesecond，andafterhimhissonMeneptahwhosucceededwhenhewasalreadyold，sincethemightyRameseswastakentoOsirisafterhehadcountedonehundredrisingsoftheNile，dweltforthemostpartatthecityofTanisinthedesert，whereasIdweltwithmyparentsattheancient，white-walledcityofMemphisontheNile。AttimesMeneptahandhiscourtvisitedMemphis，asalsotheyvisitedThebes，wherethiskingliesinhisroyaltombto-day。Butsaveononeoccasion，theyoungPrinceSeti，theheir-apparent，theHopeofEgypt，camenotwiththem，becausehismother，Asnefert，didnotfavourMemphis，wheresometroublehadbefallenherinyouth——theysayitwasalovematterthatcosttheloverhislifeandherasoreheart——andSetistayedwithhismotherwhowouldnotsufferhimoutofsightofhereyes。
　　Oncehecameindeedwhenhewasfifteenyearsofage，tobeproclaimedtothepeopleassonofhisfather，asSonoftheSun，asthefutureweareroftheDoubleCrown，andthenwe，histwinsinRa——therewerenineteenofuswhoweregentlyborn——werecalledbynametomeethimandtokisshisroyalfeet。ImadereadytogoinafinenewrobeembroideredinpurplewiththenameofSetiandmyown。ButonthatverymorningbythegiftofsomeevilgodIwassmittenwithspotsallovermyfaceandbody，acommonsicknessthataffectstheyoung。SoithappenedthatIdidnotseethePrince，forbeforeIwaswellagainhehadleftMemphis。
　　NowmyfatherMeriwasascribeofthegreattempleofPtah，andIwasbroughtuptohistradeintheschoolofthetemple，whereIcopiedmanyrollsandalsowroteoutBooksoftheDeadwhichIadornedwithpaintings。Indeed，inthisbusinessIbecamesocleverthat，aftermyfatherwentblindsomeyearsbeforehisdeath，Iearnedenoughtokeephim，andmysistersalsountiltheymarried。MotherIhadnone，forshewasgatheredtoOsiriswhileIwasstillverylittle。Solifewentonfromyeartoyear，butinmyheartIhatedmylot。WhileIwasstillaboythereroseupinmeadesire——nottocopywhatothershadwritten，buttowritewhatothersshouldcopy。Ibecameadreamerofdreams。Walkingatnightbeneaththepalm-treesuponthebanksoftheNileIwatchedthemoonshininguponthewaters，andinitsraysI
　　seemedtoseemanybeautifulthings。PicturesappearedtherewhichweredifferentfromanythatIsawintheworldofmen，althoughinthemweremenandwomenandevengods。
　　OfthesepicturesImadestoriesinmyheartandatlast，althoughthatwasnotforsomeyears，Ibegantowritethesestoriesdowninmysparehours。Mysistersfoundmedoingsoandtoldmyfather，whoscoldedmeforsuchfoolishnesswhichhesaidwouldneverfurnishmewithbreadandbeer。ButstillIwroteoninsecretbythelightofthelampinmychamberatnight。Thenmysistersmarried，andonedaymyfatherdiedsuddenlywhilehewasrecitingprayersinthetemple。I
　　causedhimtobeembalmedinthebestfashionandburiedwithhonourinthetombhehadmadereadyforhimself，althoughtopaythecostsI
　　wasobligedtocopyBooksoftheDeadfornearlytwoyears，workingsohardthatIfoundnotimeforthewritingofstories。
　　WhenatlengthIwasfreefromdebtImetamaidenfromThebeswithabeautifulfacethatalwaysseemedtosmile，andshetookmyheartfrommybreastintoherown。Intheend，afterIreturnedfromfightinginthewaragainsttheNineBowBarbarians，towhichIwassummonedlikeothermen，Imarriedher。Asforhername，letitbe，Iwillnotthinkofiteventomyself。Wehadonechild，alittlegirlwhichdiedwithintwoyearsofherbirth，andthenIlearnedwhatsorrowcanmeantoman。Atfirstmywifewassad，buthergriefdepartedwithtimeandshesmiledagainassheusedtodo。Onlyshesaidthatshewouldbearnomorechildrenforthegodstotake。HavinglittletodoshebegantogoaboutthecityandmakefriendswhomIdidnotknow，forofthese，beingabeautifulwoman，shefoundmany。TheendofitwasthatshedepartedbacktoThebeswithasoldierwhomIhadneverseen，forIwasalwaysworkingathomethinkingofthebabewhowasdeadandhowhappinessisabirdthatnomancansnare，thoughsometimes，ofitsownwill，itfliesinathiswindow-place。
　　ItwasafterthisthatmyhairwentwhitebeforeIhadcountedthirtyyears。
　　Now，asIhadnonetoworkforandmywantswerefewandsimple，I
　　foundmoretimeforthewritingofstorieswhich，forthemostpart，weresomewhatsad。Oneofthesestoriesafellowscribeborrowedfrommeandreadaloudtoacompany，whomitpleasedsomuchthatthereweremanywhoaskedleavetocopyitandpublishitabroad。SobydegreesIbecameknownasatelleroftales，whichtalesIcausedtobecopiedandsold，thoughoutofthemImadebutlittle。StillmyfamegrewtillonadayIreceivedamessagefromthePrinceSeti，mytwininRa，sayingthathehadreadcertainofmywritingswhichpleasedhimmuchandthatitwashiswishtolookuponmyface。I
　　thankedhimhumblybythemessengerandansweredthatIwouldtraveltoTanisandwaituponhisHighness。First，however，IfinishedthelongeststorywhichIhadyetwritten。ItwascalledtheTaleofTwoBrothers，andtoldhowthefaithlesswifeofoneofthembroughttroubleontheother，sothathewaskilled。Ofhow，also，thejustgodsbroughthimtolifeagain，andmanyothermatters。ThisstoryI
　　dedicatedtohisHighness，thePrinceSeti，andwithitinthebosomofmyrobeItravelledtoTanis，havinghiddenaboutmeasumofgoldthatIhadsaved。
　　SoIcametoTanisatthebeginningofwinterand，walkingtothepalaceofthePrince，boldlydemandedanaudience。Butnowmytroublesbegan，fortheguardsandwatchmenthrustmefromthedoors。IntheendIbribedthemandwasadmittedtotheantechambers，whereweremerchants，jugglers，dancing-women，officers，andmanyothers，allofthem，itseemed，waitingtoseethePrince；folkwho，havingnothingtodo，pleasedthemselvesbymakingmockofme，astranger。WhenIhadmixedwiththemforseveraldays，Igainedtheirfriendshipbytellingtothemoneofmystories，afterwhichIwasalwayswelcomeamongthem。StillIcouldcomenonearertothePrince，andasmystoreofmoneywasbeginningtorunlow，IbethoughtmethatIwouldreturntoMemphis。