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More solemn, more appealing the notes grew, fuller and stronger, until the normal power of the rich voice was reached. The liquid echo on the water gave it a mellow embellishment, and Hotep saw the central figure of the group on shore lift his hand for silence among the courtiers. But Kenkenes sang on unconscious even of his nearest auditor.
If the soul has confessed its sins and been deemed reconciled to eternal justice, invisible powers approach it and say: "The Osiris N. has been purified in the pool which is south of the field of Hotep and north of the field of Locusts, where the gods of verdure purify themselves at the fourth hour of the night and the eighth hour of the day with the image of the heart of the gods, passing from night to day."
But this is a matter of personal interest to him, which would be open and flagrant interference " Hotep broke in earnestly. "Surely so small a matter of courtesy if such it may be called should not stand between thee and this most pressing need." "Aye, thou hast said if it were only a small matter of courtesy. But the breach of that same small courtesy entails great disaster for me.
She flung up her head, her face the picture of dismay. "Nay, nay! not Hotep! Of all thy world, not Hotep!" she exclaimed. He lifted his brows in amazement. "Surely thou dost not question his fidelity his power?" "Nay! but dost thou not guess what he will do? Thou child! Abet thee! Nay! he would set his foot upon thy plan and foil thee at once with his politic hand."
"Am I not surely suffering for the sins of my fathers? How cruelly sound thy reasoning is, O thou placid Hotep!" The scribe saw that as the sculptor stood, the pleading hands of Athor all but touched his shoulders. Hotep went to him and turned him away from the statue. He knew he could not win his friend with the beauty of that waiting face appealing to him.
Rameses nodded, and clapped his hands. The attendant that appeared he ordered to bring the scribe's writing-case and implements. When the servant returned, Hotep, at a sign from Rameses, prepared to write. "Write thus to the jailer at Tape: "'By order of the crown prince, Rameses, the prisoner, Kenkenes, held for slave-stealing and sacrilege, is sentenced to imprisonment for one year "
"Never hast thou failed me, and I can not say so much of the great nobles above thee. Serve me well in this, Hotep, and thou mayest take the place of some one of these." "Let me but serve thee," the scribe returned placidly; "that is reward in itself." "Thou knowest," the king began, plunging into the heart of the question, "that I yielded to these ravening wolves, Mesu and Aaron.
"Fail me not in a faithful messenger," the prisoner repeated to the jailer. The official nodded, and the door was closed again. Kenkenes sat on the floor beside the case, laid the cover back and taking out materials, wrote thus: "To my friend, the noble Hotep, greeting: "This from Kenkenes, whom ill-fortune can not wholly possess, while he may call thee his friend.
She was to wed against her will, but she noted philosophically that she was to wed with no puppet, but a kingly king. With all that, admitting herself a peer to this man, it wrenched her sorely to acknowledge subserviency to him. Hope dead the hour of her trial at hand nothing was left to uphold her but the memory of the good she might do for Hotep.
"Be thou assured, Hotep, that I weigh right well whatever counsel mine advisers offer me before I indorse it." Hotep bowed. "That I know. And for that reason do I hesitate to give thee my little thoughts. It would hurt the man in me to see them thrust aside." "Thou evadest," Meneptah contended smiling. "Wherefore?" "Because, O King, I should advise against thine inclinations." "Wherefore?"
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