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"My plan is to destroy the armies of the Great King and to relieve the city of Amada." "A very good plan," said holy Tanofir, "but the question is, how?" "I think," went on Karema, "that about a league above this place there is a spot where at this season the Nile can be forded by tall men without the wetting of their shoulders.
Karema also was presented as his wife, having passed the Ordeal of the Matrons, but only, I think, because it was found that she was in the way to give an heir to the throne.
"And what happens if I do not please them, Husband?" asked Karema opening her fine eyes. "I do not quite know, Wife. Perhaps they may refuse to accept me, at which I shall not weep. Or perhaps they may refuse to accept you, at which of course I should weep very much, for you see you are so very white and, heretofore, all the queens of the Ethiopians have been black."
So ended this adventure of the crocodile, except that presently Bes went back and recovered the two lilies for Karema, this time from a boat, which caused the Ethiopians to call out that he must love her very much, though not as much as he did me. That afternoon, borne in litters, we set out for the City of the Grasshopper, which we reached on the fourth day.
"Now, if I had my way," said Karema, "I would rest in that boat going back to Egypt. What say you, lord Shabaka?" But I made no answer who followed Bes out of the tent, leaving her to talk the matter over with my mother.
Have I not two black children and a husband who is a hero, a wit and a mountebank in one, and a throne and more gold and crystal than I ever wish to see again even in a dream, and shall I not cling to these good things? If you went I should only be a little more unhappy than before, that is all. Not for my sake do I ask you to stay, but for your own." "How for my own, Karema?
While she lived I had a home, but now I was an exile, a stranger in a strange land with no one of my own people to talk to except Karema, with whom, as there were gossips even in Ethiopia, I thought it well not to talk too much. There was Bes it was true, but now he was a great king and the time of kings is not their own.
"Who has been telling you about me?" exclaimed Bes anxiously. "No one, O Bes, at least not that I can remember." "Not that you can remember! Then who and what are you who learn things you know not how?" "I am named Karema and desert-bred, and my office is that of Cup to the holy Tanofir." "If hermits drink from such a cup I shall turn hermit," said Bes, laughing.
"But still many on both fronts will be left, for this army of Easterns is very vast. And how will you deal with these, O Karema?" "On these I would have Pharaoh with all his remaining strength pour from the northern and the southern gates of Amada, for so shall they be caught like wounded lions between two wild bulls and torn and trampled and utterly destroyed.
"You do not know, but I know, as I think do Bes and Karema, since the one received the messages which the other sent. Well, if I did not fail you then, shall I fail you now when Egypt is at stake?
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