Pharaoh Prophesied His Own Drowning at the Sea
He told his own soldiers he had spent years holding them back out of royal manners. From tonight, he said, we all share alike in the spoil.
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The Speech He Made to His Own Army
Pharaoh stood in front of his troops and started with money. Even if we ride after these people for nothing but the silver and gold they walked out of here with, he said, it is worth the trip.
Part of the army was not moved. Men shifted, looked at the horses, said nothing. So he raised the offer. Every man rides, and every man shares alike in the spoil, and the king takes no larger portion than the driver of the last chariot.
Then he opened the other door.
In the past you stripped their houses and I stopped you, he said, because a kingdom has to keep up appearances. In the past you killed them and I stopped you, for the same reason. In the past you wanted to lay hands on their sons and their daughters and I stopped you. Tonight nobody is stopping anybody. I will divide the spoil. My desire will have its fill of them. I will draw my sword and my own hand will take everything they have.
The army went out in three minds. One group wanted the property and no killing. One group wanted the killing and would leave the property. One group wanted both. Six hundred chosen chariots went down the road toward the water with those three appetites riding in them, and inside Egypt the slaves already knew every word of it, because the spirit of holiness had settled on them and they heard what was said in rooms they had never entered.
Three Sides Shut
The people reached the water and stopped. The sea lay across the whole front of them. Behind them the dust of the chariots was already visible on the road.
So they turned their heads to the open side, the wilderness, the one direction with nothing in it, and God filled it with wild animals. Whatever came out of that emptiness stood between them and the sand and would not let a single family through. The desert had shut around them like a mouth closing, the way the lions' mouths were shut on Daniel, and the shutting came from the same hand that had brought them out of Egypt.
Pharaoh, riding up behind them, saw the same three sides and laughed. They are tangled in the land, he said. Their guide has loaded them up and has no idea where he is taking them. The wilderness has closed on them and my god Baal Zephon has penned them in with beasts.
Every one of those sentences prophesied something he had no intention of saying. The guide would in fact die on a mountain outside the land. The people would in fact weep all night in that wilderness after the scouts came back. Their bodies would in fact fall in it, forty years of them. He was reading out their future while he thought he was insulting them, and the beasts he credited to his idol had been posted in that sand by God.
Five Things He Shouted at the Water
Five times he opened his mouth on that shore, and the spirit of holiness stood over him and mocked every one.
I will pursue. I will overtake. I will divide the spoil. My desire will have its fill of them. I will draw my sword and my hand will dispossess them.
He should have said we, the way a commander speaks. He said I five times, and the words came apart in his mouth as he said them, because each one can be turned around and read the other way. He is the one who gets pursued. He is the one who gets caught. The spoil is what they divide, and it is his. They are the ones who take their fill, and they take it from him. My hand will dispossess them was, read the second way, a will. He was standing on the beach reciting the terms by which his wealth and his glory passed to the people he was chasing, and he shouted his own drowning at the water five times before he rode into it.
Paid in the Coin They Minted
Who is the Lord that I should listen to his voice, he had asked years earlier, in a throne room, with an audience.
He found out at the water.
He had ordered every newborn boy thrown into the river. His chariots and his army were thrown into the sea. He had set his best officers over the work gangs with whips. The choicest of his officers went down in the Sea of Reeds. He had made their lives bitter with mortar and brick, so the water over them thickened and pulled like mortar, and they went down in it the way a man goes down in mud, the way Jeremiah sank in the pit and could not get his feet under him.
There was no deep water at that crossing. It was a sandbank, a shallow shelf a man could walk across. The lower deep came up anyway and the upper deep came down anyway and the two of them met over the Egyptians and fought them with every kind of ruin at once. The sky went black over their heads. Sun, moon and stars all shut off together. Jonah went down into one deep. These men went down into two.
Lead, Stone and Straw
The water sorted them as it took them.
The worthier ones among them were tossed along the surface like straw. The middling ones went down like stones. The worst of them dropped straight through the mighty waters like lead, fast, without turning over.
On the far shore the spoil was divided, exactly as he had promised his soldiers it would be.
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