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Paaker's deed had shaken his friendly confidence, and in his petition for peace the Cheta prince had intimated that Rameses might find much in his household to be set to rights perhaps with a strong hand.
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.
Setchem had seen the struggle from her litter at the top of the landing steps, but without understanding its origin, and without recognizing the chief actors. The dog was dead. Paaker's hand was very painful, and fresh rage was seething in his soul. "That brood of Rameses!" he muttered. "Adventurers! They shall learn to know me. Mena and Rameses are closely connected I will sacrifice them both."
Her white cat was playing at her feet with Paaker's flowers, which she had dropped on the floor, and when she saw her she took her up and kissed her. "Bring the little creature with you," said Bent-Anat. "It was your favorite plaything." "No," replied Nefert coloring.
"Another enemy!" thought the poet, when he found himself alone and stood erect in the glad consciousness of having done right. During Paaker's interview with the poet, the dwarf Nemu had chatted to the porter, and had learned from him all that had previously occurred.
Palms, sycamores, and acacia-trees, figs, pomegranates, and jasmine throve here particularly well for Paaker's mother, Setchem, superintended the labors of the gardeners; and in the large tank in the midst there was never any lack of water for watering the beds and the roots of the trees, as it was always supplied by two canals, into which wheels turned by oxen poured water day and night from the Nile-stream.
The dogs in their open kennels now began to make themselves heard, but their tones were plaintive and whining, for the storm had frightened the beasts; their howling cut the pioneer to the heart, for it reminded him of the poor slain Descher, whose deep voice he sadly missed; and when he went into his own room he was met by a wild cry of lamentation from the Ethiopian slave, for the dog which he had trained for Paaker's father, and which he had loved.
"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?"
Not far from the gate, on the right side of the court, a few lamps lighted up a group of dusky men, the officers of Paaker's household, who wore short, shirt-shaped, white garments, and who sat on a carpet round a table hardly two feet high. They were eating their evening-meal, consisting of a roasted antelope, and large flat cakes of bread.
Paaker bowed his head; but the officer of the watch, secure in his position and dignity, and taking no notice of the glow of anger which flushed Paaker's face, began again: "When the hound lay on the ground, the foolhardy boy struck your dagger out of your hand." "And did this squabble lead to any disturbance?" asked Ameni earnestly. "No," replied the officer.
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