Pharaoh Asked Who the Lord Was and the Sea Answered Him
Aaron's rod hit the palace floor. Pharaoh laughed and called it straw brought to a city of magic. He asked who the Lord even was.
Aaron's rod hit the palace floor. It lay there in front of the throne, a shepherd's stick in a room built to make shepherds small. Pharaoh looked at it and laughed.
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"Moses and Aaron," he said, "what do you imagine? That you have come to mock me? I fear nothing you carry. All of Egypt overflows with sorcery."
Aaron Cast Down the Rod
Before they crossed the threshold, Heaven had already leaned close. When Pharaoh asks for a wonder, say to Aaron, take your rod. So they stood, and Pharaoh smirked, and he asked for the wonder, and Aaron threw the stick down as he had been told.
A fool vents all his spirit. A wise man stills him in the end. Pharaoh emptied his whole mouth into the court. He had the proverb ready. There are fools who carry straw to Afarayim, and fine gold to Rekem. You bring magic to the land that invented it.
The scribes wrote nothing yet. They did not need to. The laugh was the record. The rod waited on the floor for an answer longer than laughter.
You Said Who
The laugh was not the first word. The first word had already left him on another day, when Moses came with a Name and a demand.
"Who is the Lord, that I should heed His voice?" Pharaoh had said. In Hebrew the sneer was a single syllable. Mi (מי), who?
The Holy One answered him in the letters of the boast itself. You said mi. By your life, by that very word you will be struck. Turn mi backward and you spell yam (ים), the sea. At the sea you will learn at last who I am.
You said, I do not know the Lord. Tomorrow you will cry out, The Lord is the righteous one, and I and my people are the wicked. You said, I will not let Israel go. Tomorrow you will seize each one by the hand and beg him to leave.
Each Scheme Came Home
Egypt had already written the schedule of its own plagues, one labor at a time. They wanted Israel as drawers of their water. The Niles turned to blood, and they could not drink. They wanted them laden like porters. Frogs came and scorched them. They wanted them digging in the soil. The dust rose up as gnats.
They wanted Israel to walk their children to market like hired tutors. Then lions and wolves, bears and leopards and serpents came among those children. An Egyptian sent out ten sons. The beasts took them one by one. The Israelite sat the father down and rendered the account with a cold mouth. The lion took one. The wolf took one. Sit, and I will make you the count.
They wanted shepherds for their cattle. Pestilence struck the herds. Bath-attendants to wash them. Boils covered their skin. They wanted to stone Israel. Hail rained from heaven. They wanted vine-dressers. Locusts ate every tree. They wanted to chain Israel in prison. Darkness chained them where they stood. They plotted murder. Their firstborn fell.
Pharaoh still sat on the throne through most of it, and each new blow arrived with the shape of an old plan. The court that had joked about straw learned the weight of blood. The mouth that had asked who learned to say the Name in a different tone, and still did not open the gate until the last night broke him.
Who Became the Sea
They had schemed to drown Israel in the water. Pharaoh let the people go with a hand that had once refused. The sea waited. Israel walked between walls. Egypt rode in after them with the old confidence of chariots.
The letters of the first sneer reversed in the air above the water. Who became the sea. The question became the grave. Pharaoh and his host sank in the Sea of Reeds, and the word mi completed its turn into yam under a wall of water.
No extra cruelty was invented for the close. The close was the scheme they had written for someone else, returned. The rod that had drawn laughter had finished its quieter work long before. The stilling of the fool was not a clever retort. It was blood, frogs, darkness, and a path of dry ground that closed like a mouth over the host.
Israel walked out on the far bank. Behind them the water that had once been aimed at Hebrew boys held Egyptian ambition exactly. The Name Pharaoh had asked after had answered him, and the answer had a depth, and a salt, and a silence after the last chariot.
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