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Kenkenes had displayed to Hotep the effect of Rameses' savage boast to exterminate the Hebrews. It was that incident which had convinced the scribe that the Arabian hills would claim the artist on the morrow. He had not stopped to surmise the extremes to which Kenkenes would go, but his mysterious disappearance seemed to suggest that the lover had gone to the Israelitish camp to remain.
"I call that good tidings," Kenkenes replied, a cheerful note in his voice, "and worth greeting with a health to Hotep. But thou must remember, my father, that he is older than I." "How much?" the elder sculptor asked. "Three whole revolutions of Ra." The artist regarded his son scornfully for a moment.
The young sculptor turned away and leaned against the great cube that walled one side of the niche. He was not prepared to meet his friend's discerning eyes. Hotep surveyed him critically. A momentous surmise forced itself upon him. He went to Kenkenes and, laying an affectionate arm across his shoulder, leaned not lightly thereon.
And I have but to hint and ruin thee beyond the restoring power of the marriages of a thousand daughters!" Har-hat's forte had been polished insult, but when the evil in him would have expressed itself in its own brutal manner he was helpless. "Hotep Hotep " he snarled. The name was potent. Again she recoiled. "I shall yield him up to Rameses," he went on.
He looked at the statue furtively and murmured: "O Kenkenes, what madness made thee trifle with the gods?" "Have I not said? The goddess herself lured me. Is she not the embodied essence of Beauty? The ritual insults her. Ah, look at the statue, Hotep. How could Athor be wroth with the sculptor who called such a face as that, a likeness of her!" "It startles me," the scribe declared.
To the first resplendent member of the retinue at Meneptah's palace, who cast one glance at the fillet the sculptor wore, and bent suavely before him, Kenkenes stated his mission. The retainer bowed again and called a rosy page hiding in the dusk of the corridor. "Go thou to the apartments of my Lord Hotep and tell him a visitor awaits him in his chamber of guests."
His voice rose to a shriek, and Hotep, putting an arm about him, hushed him with gentle authority and signed the courtier to obey. The physicians lifted the queen and bore her away. Seti stopped at Masanath's side and looked at her with compassion in his eyes. Har-hat came to him. "Seeing that thou hast won the pardon of thy father, am I not also included in the restoration of good feeling?
Mind thee, I know it to be but a maiden fancy which, discouraged, dies. But have a care lest it bring disaster upon him whom thou hast put in jeopardy of the fierce power of the prince." Masanath's eyes widened with terror. The fan-bearer continued: "I have but to mention the name of Hotep " She clutched at her heart. "Ah?" he observed with mild interrogation in the word. "How foolish thy caprice!
There was the sound of the new-comers emerging into the aisle, and immediately the first speaker exclaimed in a tone full of astonishment and disappointment: "O, aye; I see!" the master assented with an irritating laugh. "Har-hat!" Hotep whispered. Another of the party broke in impatiently: "Make an end to this chase. Saw you any sacrilege, or was it a phantom of your stupid dreams?"
And half the noble maids of Memphis mad for him!" "He is not for thee and me to judge, O Rameses," Hotep interrupted. "The gods blew another breath in him than animates our souls. For thee and me such conduct would be the fancies of madmen; for Kenkenes it is but living up to the alien spirit with which the gods endowed him. It might be torture for him to wed according to our lights."
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