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In the name of Osiris!" cried a voice which, though it quaked with consternation, Masanath recognized as her father's. She flew to the door and wrenched it open. Har-hat, half-dressed, stood before it. "Father, what manner of sending is this?" she cried. "Death!" he panted. "Come with me!" He caught her arm and ran, dragging her after him down the corridor, half-lighted, but murmurous with sound.
It commands royal favor in the name of Osiris. That should help the dreamer out of his difficulty." "Aye, it should, my Prince, but it did not. Kenkenes sent it to the Pharaoh, with a petition for his own freedom, but the cares of state were so pressing that the Son of Ptah gave the letter, unopened, to Har-hat for attention." Rameses laughed harshly. "Kenkenes would better content himself.
Wherefore would he have thee overtake these people?" "Since it was foolish to let them go, being my slaves, my builders and very needful to Egypt. But most particularly to execute vengeance upon them for the death of my Rameses, and for the first-born of Egypt." "Ye hear," Kenkenes said to the nobles. Then he faced Har-hat.
"Har-hat Set make a cinder of his heart! asked her at the hands of the Pharaoh for his harem " Mentu interrupted him with a growling imprecation and Hotep's fair face darkened. "Yesterday morning he sent three men to me," the taskmaster continued, "with the document of gift from the Son of Ptah, but she saw them in time and fled into the desert.
Har-hat sprang forward as the king lifted an amazed and angry face. "Back!" she cried, motioning at him with her full arm. "It is time the Hathors overtook thee, thou ineffable knave!" "I protest!" the fan-bearer cried, losing his temper. "Enough of this play," Meneptah said sternly. "Go on with thy tale, Ta-user. I would know the truth of this."
All the thoughts were his that can come to a man, on whose freedom depend another's life and happiness. Added to these was an all-consuming hate of her enemy and his, new-fed by this latest offense from Har-hat. With difficulty he kept the tumult of his emotions from manifesting themselves to his captors. They feared that his calm was ominous, and held him tightly.
Seti was disgraced; the queen, useless; Hotep, already too imminently imperiled; Rameses, Har-hat, against the lovers; and the king the poor, feeble king, hopelessly beyond any appeal that she might direct to him. A sorry resolve shaped itself in her mind. To-morrow at dawn she also would put forth searchers, and finding Rachel, send her out of Egypt, and Kenkenes after her.
The day was far advanced, and already the army had outstripped him. Might not Har-hat at this hour be descending with his veterans, seasoned against the simoons of Arabia, upon Israel, demoralized in the storm? Desperate, the young man dropped his hands and flung up his head.
"If thou art as acquainted with the laws of Egypt as thine office requires, thou knowest that no free-born Egyptian may be kept ignorant of the charge that accomplished his arrest. Wherefore am I taken?" "For sacrilege and slave-stealing," the scribe replied calmly. "At the complaint of Har-hat, bearer of the king's fan," Kenkenes added.
How was he fortified? What would be his next play? How much more did he know? And while Hotep asked himself these things, trembling for Kenkenes, Har-hat put the same questions to himself. The roll of papyrus, with its seals, still in the young man's hands, was significant. He folded his arms and forced the issue. "Your proof," he demanded. "Both the hour and need of my proof are past.
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