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It is true I gave you just cause to be angry with me; but now you are kind again do you hear? and will bring your mother again to see mine. Not a word. I shall see, whether cousin Paaker refuses me obedience." She threatened him playfully with her finger, and then growing grave she added, with a look that pierced Paaker's heart with pain, and yet with ecstasy, "Let us leave off quarrelling.
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.
Paaker's bloodless lips moved silently, and an inner voice cried out to him: "The Gods point out the way! The name is gone, the bearer of the name must follow." "It is a pity about the ring," said Gagabu. "And if the hand is not to follow it luckily it is your left hand leave off drinking, let yourself be taken to Nebsecht the surgeon, and get him to set the joints neatly, and bind them up."
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.
At a late hour Katuti was still pacing her bedroom, thinking of Paaker's insane devotion, of Mena's faithlessness, and of Nefert's altered demeanor; and when she went to bed, a thousand conjectures, fears, and anxieties tormented her, while she was distressed at the change which had come over Nefert's love to her mother, a sentiment which of all others should be the most sacred, and the most secure against all shock.
Come here, Gagabu, and examine Paaker's wound, which is no disgrace to him for it was inflicted by a prince." The old man loosened the bandage from the pioneer's swollen hand. "That was a bad blow," he exclaimed; "three fingers are broken, and do you see? the emerald too in your signet ring."
The Regent had admitted him to a private interview, and the little man had soon succeeded in riveting his attention; Ani had laughed till the tears rolled down his cheeks at Nemu's description of Paaker's wild passion, and he had proved himself in earnest over the dwarf's further communications, and had met his demands half-way.
He raised his whip, and struck it across the shoulders of Nefert, who, with one scream of terror and anguish, fell to the ground. The lash of the whip only whistled close by the cheek of the poor fainting woman, for Bent-Anat had seized Paaker's arm with all her might. Rage, disgust, and scorn stopped her utterance; but Rameri had heard Nefert's shriek, and in two steps stood by the women.
Then she went up to the table, begged Paaker to sit down with her, broke her cake, and enquired for her aunt Setchern, Paaker's mother. Katuti and Paaker watched all her movements with beating hearts. Now she took up the beaker, and lifted it to her lips, but set it down again to answer Paaker's remark that she was breakfasting late.
"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."
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