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Updated: June 6, 2025
For my life's sake let it not come into the possession of any other. "I shall write no more. My scant eloquence must be saved for the king. "Gods! but it is good to have faith in a friend. I salute thee. The letter to Hotep complete, Kenkenes took up another roll and wrote thus to Meneptah: "To Meneptah, Beloved of Ptah, Ambassador of Amen, Vicar of Ra, Lord over Upper and Lower Egypt, greeting:"
Her house hath become a shelter for the oppressed and for that may she find peace at last." Kenkenes looked at the old woman with admiring eyes. The quaint speech of the Hebrews had always fascinated him, but now it had become melody in his ears. In this, the first moment of mental idleness since midday, he had time to think on Deborah.
Ta-meri sank back in her chair and regarded him from under dreamy lids her senses charmed, her light heart won by his comeliness and talent. Kenkenes became conscious of her inspection, at last, and looked up at her. His eyes were still bright with his recent feeling and the hue in his cheeks a little deeper.
"Ah, but in this nook thy good wishes will be none the less sincere nor my delight any less apparent." "Most heartily I give thee joy!" Kenkenes kissed her hand. "And wilt thou say that to Nechutes and put him in the highest heaven?" "Already have I wished him well," she responded, pretending to pout, "but he repaid me poorly." "Nay! What did he?" "Begged me to become his wife."
Within the house of Atsu, Ranas delivered into the hands of the soldier the message that Kenkenes had brought to Snofru. While Atsu undid the roll the old servant made voluble apologies for the broken seal. The commander stepped to the doorway for better light and read the writing.
The shadows cast were blacker than daylight shadows, and the radiance had a touch of gold, which gilded everything beneath it. The poorest object was enriched, the gaudiest subdued. Had the number of Israel been ten thousand or even a hundred thousand, Kenkenes might have had some conception of the multitude. The millions massed below him on the sand were not to be looked on except as a vast unit.
She had not heard the sculptor's approach. For an instant his surprise transfixed him. Had she repented? A great wave of compassion and tenderness swept over him and he drew her face away between his palms. With a terrified start, the girl turned a swift glance upward. When she recognized Kenkenes her tearful face colored vividly.
"Sing for the Pharaoh!" he exclaimed, "aye, I will sing till the throat of me cracks not for the reward of his good will alone, but for Rachel's liberty. That first, and the unraveling of this puzzle thereafter." Since the day Kenkenes had wounded her hand with the knife, Rachel had seen him but twice in many weeks.
Kenkenes lifted one of his brows with an air of enforced patience, and sauntered across the room to another table similarly equipped for plan-making. But he did not concern himself with the papyrus spread thereon. Instead he dropped on the bench, and crossing his shapely feet before him, gazed straight up at the date-tree rafters and palm-leaf interbraiding of the ceiling.
After a little sad contemplation of the clamoring horde about him, the Lawgiver drew nearer to Kenkenes and said in his ear, because the tumult drowned his voice: "The Lord will fight for thee; thine enemy can not flee His strong hand. Wait upon Him and behold His triumph." Kenkenes bowed his head in acquiescence.
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