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It is not my place to show thee thy duty, Rameses, but of a surety it is my place to refuse to join thee in thy neglecting of it." Rameses contemplated the fan-bearer narrowly for a moment. "Come, thou hast a game," he said finally. "Out with it! Name thy stake." "O, thou art most discourteous, my Prince," the fan-bearer remonstrated, turning away. But Rameses planted himself in his path.
Perhaps under other circumstances Kenkenes would have understood correctly the origin and intent of the writing. Already, however, his fears pointed to the palace of Har-hat as the prison of Rachel, and this faint inscription was corroboration. It appealed to him as villainy worthy of the fan-bearer. It was like his exquisite effrontery.
"Scoff!" Kenkenes cried. "But I can tell thee this: Rameses will put his foot on the neck of Amon-meses if the pretender trouble him, and will wed with a slave-girl if she break the armor over his iron heart." Hotep laughed again and suggested another subject. "The new fan-bearer," he began. "Nay, what of him?" Kenkenes broke in at once. "And shall we quarrel about him, also?"
Kenkenes flung the boat-hook into the Nile and returned to his bench, puzzled at the inordinate passion of hate in his heart for the fan-bearer. At the end of the first watch the flotilla drifted into Memphis. Bonfires so vast as to suggest conflagrations made the long water-front as brilliant as day.
The maiden is an Israelite, and her hiding-place is known to this day only by herself and her unhappy lover. Now comes thy villainy, O thou short of temper," she continued, looking at the fan-bearer. "Thy father, O Shedder of Light, the Incomparable Pharaoh who reigns in Osiris, gave Mentu a signet " The king interrupted. "I know of that. Go on."
"Are ye lepers?" she asked in a frightened voice. "Nay, we are fugitives," Rachel answered. "Fugitives! What strait brought you to seek such asylum as this?" Again a speaking pause. "Who art thou, Lady?" Rachel asked, at last. "I am Masanath, daughter of Har-hat, fan-bearer to the Pharaoh." "And thou art a friend of the oppressed?" the Israelite continued.
"How fortunate that I should have found a sister to-day," said the stranger, highly pleased. Then the fan-bearer called to Li Dsing through the door and said: "Come in! I wish to present my third brother to you!" Then Li Dsing came in and greeted him. They sat down beside each other and the stranger asked: "What have you to eat?" "A leg of mutton," was the answer.
Regally attired women in her service raised the floating train of her cloak; others, in sacerdotal robes, were testing the ease of movement of the rings on the sistrum rods, men and boys were forming into lines according to the rank of each individual, and the chief fan-bearer gave the signal for departure.
Let him go, my King, and give the clean-souled fan-bearer another Israelite for his daughter." "Why camest thou not sooner with this to the king?" Har-hat demanded. "I have but this moment learned of it, and I could not leave the court without one last act for the good of the oppressed," she replied. "Have it thy way, Ta-user. Come to me in an hour," Meneptah began. "Nay, write it now."
I have not the slave yet," the fan-bearer retorted. "Mayhap he is ready to surrender her now." "Not so!" the princess put in. "He hath endured eight months. If it were eight hundred years his silence would be the same. It is proof of my boast that he loves her. No man who would comfort his flesh alone would suffer such lengths of mortification of flesh!
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