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"Set spare thee and thine infamous master to me!" he exclaimed violently. The Nubian retreated a little, for Kenkenes had strained toward him. "Get him into the four walls of a cell," the Nubian urged the guards. "I may not lose him again, as I value my head." The guards started out of the doors and Kenkenes went with them, unresisting, but not passively.
"Her soul haunts him who comes here with the plea that her mummy be removed to On, where she dwelt in life, and laid with the respected dead, in the necropolis." Kenkenes shrugged his shoulders. "I trust the unhappy soul will not trouble us. We came here by way of misadventure not to disturb her. But how came it they did not entomb her nearer On?" "She betrayed one great man and tempted another.
But at that moment, Ta-meri, who sat facing the entrance to the chamber, poised the dice-box in air and drew in a long breath. The guests followed her eyes. Kenkenes stood in the doorway, the curtain thrust aside and above him. His voluminous festal robes were deeply edged with gold, but his arms, bare to the shoulder, and his strong brown neck were without their usual trappings of jewels.
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."
During the day he landed for supplies at a miserable town of pottery-makers, leaving his boat at the crazy wharves. When he returned the bari was gone. A negro, the only one near the river who was awake, told him that a dhow, laden with clay, in making a landing had struck the bari, staved in its side, upset it and sent it adrift. The mischance did not trouble Kenkenes.
By dawn the strong breeze from the north would cover every footprint and shovel-mark to a level once more. He went again to the line of rocks and threw the shovel with a sure aim and a strong arm into the quarries across the valley. To-morrow it would seem that an Israelite had forgotten one of his tools. The work was done. With an ache in his heart, Kenkenes returned to Deborah and Rachel.
It was not long until the sculptor was drifting down toward Memphis under a starry sky the shadowy temples of Thebes hidden by the sudden closing-in of the river-hills about her. Set the war-god. Athor the Egyptian Venus; the feminine love-deity. At sunrise the morning after his return from On, Kenkenes appeared at the Nile, attended by a burden-bearing slave.
At the Nile he noted, a little distance up the river, a familiar figure among the reeds. For a moment he hesitated and then rambled through the riotous growth in that direction. As he drew near, Rachel raised herself from a search in a thicket of herbs, her arms full of them and her face a little flushed. "Idler!" said Kenkenes. "Nay," she answered with a smile, "I am at work learned work."
Kenkenes dogged it faithfully, for it found the smoothest way, and, besides, the wild beasts had been frightened from the track of a multitude. In the early hour of the morning, Kenkenes emerged from a high-walled valley with battlemented summits. Before him was the army encamped, and wild, indeed, was the region chosen for the night's rest.
I could not get in to see, and these screaming mothers attracted me, so I am here. But my neighbor's son is a friend of the jailer, and I shall know yet how they died." But Kenkenes was stalking off toward the temple, his shoulders lifted high with disgust. "O, ye inscrutable Hathors," he exclaimed finally; "how ye have disposed the fortunes of four friends!
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