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Updated: May 11, 2025
The rascal fell upon me, and killed my dog and by my Osirian father! the crocodiles would long since have eaten him if a woman had not come between us, and made herself known to me as Bent-Anat, the daughter of Rameses. It was she herself, and the rascal was the young prince Rameri, who was yesterday forbidden this temple." "Oho!" cried the old master of the hunt. "Oho! my lord!
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.
"My father will communicate the answer to thee," replied Bent-Anat shortly and proudly. "Not to me," returned Ameni, "but to the Gods, in whose name I now command thee to quit this sanctuary, which is defiled by thy presence." Bent-Anat's whole form quivered. "I will go," she said with sullen dignity. She turned to recross the gateway of the Pylon.
Tell me, and I will comfort you, and you shall be my bright thoughtless plaything once more." "Thy plaything!" answered Nefert, and a flash of displeasure sparkled in her eyes. "Thou art right to call me so, for I deserve no better name. I have submitted all my life to be nothing but the plaything of others." "But, Nefert, I do not know you again," cried Bent-Anat.
"It grows here in many places; here it is. Only smell how sweet it is if you bruise the fleshy stem and leaves. My little verse is simple enough; it occurred to me like many other songs of which you know all the best." "They all praise the same Goddess," said Nebsecht laughing. "But let us have the verses," said Bent-Anat.
On the way Mena gave them a vivid description of the exciting events that had taken place, and Rameses, with a side glance at Bent-Anat, asked Rameri: "Would you be prepared to repair your errors, and to win the friendship of the Greek king by being betrothed to his granddaughter?"
He stayed his steps when he heard men's voices, but the rocks hid the speakers from his sight. Presently he saw the party approaching; the son of his host, a man in Egyptian dress, a lady of tall stature, near whom a girl tripped lightly, and another carried in a litter by slaves. Pentaur's heart beat wildly, for he recognized Bent-Anat and her companions.
Bent-Anat descended the steps as quickly as Nefert's exhausted state permitted. The landing-place was now only dimly lighted by dull lanterns, though, when the God embarked, it would be as light as day with cressets and torches.
All were silent. "Wherefore do you disturb our worship?" he asked loudly and calmly. A roar of confused cries answered him, in which the frequently repeated name of Bent-Anat could alone be distinguished. Ameni preserved his immoveable composure, and, raising his crozier, he cried
I have ordered the gardener to cut me a basket full of roses to-morrow morning, and shall take them to her myself." "That you will not!" cried Bent-Anat. "You are still but half a child and, for the girl's sake too, you must give it up." "We only gossip together," said the prince coloring, "and no one shall recognize me.
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