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Indeed our priesthood have given deep thought to this question." "May all blessings fall on you, wealth, power, and wisdom," said Mefres. "Yes, we must raise our priestly order, and do thou, holy Beroes, assist us." "There is need, above all, to assuage the suffering of the people." put in Pentuer. "The priests! the people!" said Herhor, as if to himself.

"If the young lord," answered Herhor calmly, "wishes to learn the object of the policy of the eternally living Ramses XII, let him apply to our Supreme Council and he will receive explanations." "I summon thee to follow me at once, unless Thou wish that I should force thee," continued Tutmosis.

How differently during those night hours did the warnings of his mother appear to him, and the restraint of his father in enouncing the supreme will, and even the stern conduct of the minister, Herhor. "The state and the priesthood!" repeated the prince, half asleep, and covered with cold perspiration.

"Their strength, as compared with that of his holiness, is as a handful of sand in comparison with a temple, but Herhor and Mefres are very wise, and they may use weapons against us and means before which we shall be dumb with amazement. Our temples are full of secrets which will arrest even sages, and bring down to the dust the courage of the multitude."

He looked around, and added, "lean never be alone with thee, my father; strangers are always between us." The pharaoh moved his brows slightly, and his suite vanished, like a crowd of shadows. "What hast Thou to tell me?" "Only one thing, father. Herhor is my enemy. He accused me to thee and exposed me to this shame!"

Herhor ascended the pylon, for they were signaling to him from the palace. Soon he returned and said to those assembled: "Our young priest has managed very well. At this moment Tutmosis is advancing with some tens of volunteers to imprison or slay us." "And wilt Thou dare still to defend Ramses?" cried Mefres. "I must and will defend him, for I swore solemnly to the queen that I would.

There were long days when he ate nothing, and nights during which he had no sleep whatever. Sometimes during an audience, there appeared on his mild face an expression of deep pain, while oftener and oftener, he fainted. The terrified Queen Niort's, the most worthy Herhor and the priests, asked the sovereign repeatedly whether anything pained him.

"My holy grandfather," replied the pharaoh, "was father of the queen, and in the way of favor he received the right to adorn his miter with the ureus. But, so far as is known to me, his sacred vestment is counted among the relics of the temple of Amon." Herhor had recovered. "Deign to remember, holiness," explained he, "that for twenty-four hours Egypt has been deprived of its legal ruler.

What is it to us that some bull is born Apis, to whom all render homage, and some man a pharaoh or a nomarch?" "The ten years' toil of that man was destroyed," whispered Pentuer. "And does not the minister destroy thy toil?" asked the adjutant. "Who knows that Thou art the manager of the state, not the worthy Herhor?" "Thou art mistaken. He manages really.

They said that it must be so, that thy son would become the first king of the Jews." "The priests? Mefres?" repeated the prince. "King of the Jews? But I have told thee that thy son would become the chief of my archers, my secretary. I told thee this, and thou, wretched woman, didst think that the title of king of the Jews was equal to that of my secretary and archer. Mefres Herhor!