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Kenkenes looked at him, wondering if the news of his supposed death had penetrated even to this little hamlet. "Art thou not thy father's eldest born?" the priest asked further. "His only child." "What sheltered thee in last night's harvest of death?" "Thou speakest in riddles, holy Father."
Her words were vehement and she offered no argument. She saw no need of it, since her belief, merely expressed, had the force of fact with her. "I am committed to the cause of Israel that thou knowest, Rachel," Kenkenes made answer. After another silence he took up the thread of his talk.
At that moment, several gorgeous litters of the belated wealthy rammed a path to the very front and were set down before the rabble. Kenkenes seized upon their advance to proceed also, and, dropping between the first and second litter, made his way with little difficulty to the front.
It was a small boat, elaborately carved, and the cabin in the center the retreat of the deity was picketed with a cordon of sacred images. The entire feretory was overlaid with gold and crusted with gems. Mentu, his father, had planned one for Ptah, and a noble work it was, quite equal to this, Kenkenes thought. His artistic deliberations were interrupted by an angry tone in the clamor about him.
All these things the discovery of the signet in the tomb, the safety of Kenkenes when all the other first-born had died, and the testimony of the miracles to the power of Israel's God made the good murket think deeply.
The people of Memphis who knew Kenkenes mourned with Mentu; the festivities were dull without him, and there were some, like Io and the Lady Senci, who went into retirement and were not to be comforted. But Har-hat presented jeweled housings to Apis for the prospering of his search after Rachel, and set about assisting the god with all his might.
"Wast thou taught?" he asked at last. "In casting away the idols, nay; in finding the true God, I was." In the pause that followed, Israel lifted up its voice, and to Kenkenes it seemed that the people besought their great captain, urgingly and chidingly. The Lawgiver listened for a little space. His gaze was absent, the lines of his face were sad.
The trampled space in the road convinced him that the horse had departed with a number of others. Hoping that he might find some trace of the lost animal among the inhabitants, he went to the hamlet. Two ragged lines of huts, built of sun-dried brick, formed a single straggling street. A low shed, the first building Kenkenes came upon, showed a flickering red light.
From his superior height, Kenkenes saw, over the heads of the immense concourse, two lines of foam riding like the wind across the sea-bed toward each other. Between them was a great body of plunging horses; overhead a forest of fluttering banners; and faint from the commotion came shouts and wild notes of trumpets.
"Thus far thou hast borne with me, Kenkenes and having grown bold thereby, I would go further. Return with me to Memphis and come hither no more. She will soon be comforted, if she is not already betrothed. Egypt needs thee the Hathors have bespoken good fortune for thee and thou art justified in aspiring to nothing less than the hand of a princess.
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