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Thus it happened that his best actions procured him not friends but enemies. Paaker's was, in fact, an ignoble, that is to say, a selfish nature; to shorten his road he trod down flowers as readily as he marched over the sand of the desert.
"You urge me on and on," said Ani. "But supposing your plan were to fail, as Paaker's well considered plot failed?" "Then you are no worse off than you are now," answered Katuti. "The Gods rule the elements, not men. Is it likely that you should finish so beautiful a structure with such care only to destroy it? And we have no accomplices, and need none."
Paaker's eyes rolled as he spoke, and his voice sounded hoarsely as he went on. "But Mena was near to the king nearer than I, and your mother " "My mother!" Nefert interrupted the angry Mohar. "My mother did not choose my husband.
A murmur of approbation ran round the tables, and Paaker's timidity began to diminish. He had kept the wrappings that his mother had applied round his still aching hand. "Are you wounded?" asked the Regent. "Nothing of importance," answered the pioneer. "I was helping my mother into the boat, and it happened "
"The Mohar then must be equally skilled as a warrior and as a Scribe." "As thou sayest; and Paaker's father was not a hero only, but at the same time a writer, whose close and clear information depicted the country through which he had travelled as plainly as if it were seen from a mountain height. He was the first who took the title of Mohar.
Paaker's associates held him to be a man of quick decision, and, in fact, in difficult cases he could act with unusual rapidity, but what guided him in these cases, was not the swift-winged judgment of a prepared and well-schooled brain, but usually only resulted from the outcome of a play of question and answer.
"I often shudder involuntarily, and feel as if I bore a brand as if I had a stain here on my shoulder where it was touched by Paaker's rough hand." The first day of labor gave Nefert a good many difficulties to overcome; on the second day the work she had begun already had a charm for her, and by the third she rejoiced in the little results of her care.
"But must the child always resemble its parents?" asked Pentaur. "Among the sons of the sacred bull, sometimes not one bears the distinguishing mark of his father." "And if Paaker's father were indeed an Apis," Gagabu laughing, "according to your view the pioneer himself belongs, alas! to the peasant's stable."
The arrow cut through the air, and fell with fearful force on the charioteer's helmet; the shield fell from his grasp, and he put his hand to his head, feeling stunned; he heard Paaker's laugh of triumph, he felt another of his enemy's arrows cut his wrist, and, beside himself with rage, he flung away the reins, brandished his battle-axe, and forgetting himself and his duty, sprang from the chariot and rushed upon Paaker.
"A low-born man," replied Nemu, "to whom a free education was given at the House of Seti, and who is well known as a verse-maker and interpreter of dreams. His name is Pentaur, and it certainly must be admitted that he is handsome and dignified. He is line for line the image of the pioneer Paaker's late father. Didst thou ever see him, my lord?"
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