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She looked at him, so that all the soul was in her eyes; and then she fell down dead. Hator awoke from his thoughts, and saw her lying, still warm, at his feet, a corpse. He passed to the mainland; but how, it is not related." Tydomin shuddered. "You too have met your wicked woman, Spadevil; but your method is a nobler one." "Don't pity other women," said Spadevil, "but love the right.
In every affair he saw points hidden from others, and was able to explain them in a way understood by all listeners. More than one nomarch, or high official of the pharaoh, on learning that Pentuer was to celebrate a religious solemnity in the temple of Hator, envied the humblest priest, since he would hear a man inspired by divinities.
Besides, they were the servants of the gods, and the guardians of great secrets." Spirits resided in their temples; of this Ramses convinced himself on the first night after he had come to that temple of Hator.
"How does she presume to make the rules of life for the sons of Hator?" She bit her lip, and stepped back. "Well then, Maskull, accept! I certainly should not have played false to Spadevil; but you hardly can." "If he bids me, I must do it," said Maskull. "But who knows what will come of it?" Spadevil spoke. "Of all the descendants of Hator, Catice is the most wholehearted and sincere.
"The stem, Maskull, is hatred of pleasure. The first fork is disentanglement from the sweetness of the world. The second fork is power over those who still writhe in the nets of illusion. The third fork is the healthy glow of one who steps into ice-cold water." "From what land did Hator come?" "It is not said. He lived in Ifdawn for a while. There are many legends told of him while there."
The high priest, Mefres, seeing that he had two votes against him, yielded in the matter of a complaint. But he remembered the insult from the prince and hid ill-will in his bosom. BY advice of astrologers the headquarters were to move from Pi-Bast on the seventh day of Hator. For that day was "good, good, good."
Toward evening the sixth of Hator, Prince Ramses bathed and informed his staff that they would march on the morrow two hours before sunrise. "And now I wish to sleep," said he. To wish for sleep was easier than to get it. The whole city was swarming with warriors; at the palace of the prince a regiment had encamped which had no thought of rest, but was eating, drinking, and singing.
I know not exactly, but it seems to me that it took place when Thou wert setting out from Memphis." "The wretches!" thought the viceroy. "That is how they respect my position! Some kind god made me doubt in the temple of Hator." After a time of internal conflict he added, "Impossible! I shall not believe till proof be given." "Proof there will be," replied Hiram.
But above all was the need to crush Assyria, which was growing each year more dangerous. It was imperative to stop priestly greed and excesses. Let priests be sages, let them have a sufficiency, but let them serve the state instead of using it for their own profit as at present. "In the month Hator," thought Samentu, "I shall be ruler of Egypt!
The sadness of the nomarch increased when they told him in the evening that two physicians of the temple of Hator, when looking at the corpse of the infant, had expressed the opinion that only a man could have committed the murder. Some man, said they, seized with his right hand the feet of the little boy, and broke his skull against the wall of the building.
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