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Say, are you wise, Pambasa?" "Yes, your Highness. I am wise like your Highness's uncle, Khaemuas the mighty magician, whose sandals I used to clean when I was young." "Is it so? Then why are you so careful to hide your wisdom which should be open like a flower for us poor bees to suck at?

Horu, or the Double of Horu, he who cut the image when I ruled in Egypt, is he who found the image and the man who stands before you; or, mayhap, his Double cast in the same mould." The Pharaoh Menes turned to the magician Khaemuas and said: "Are these things so, O Seer?" "They are so," answered Khaemuas. "This dweller on the earth is he who, long ago, was the sculptor Horu.

"As it happens, however," went on Khaemuas, in a cold voice, "I now perceive that there is hidden in this place, and spying on us, one of the worst of these vile thieves. I say to your Majesties that I see him crouched beneath yonder funeral barge, and that he has with him at this moment the hand of one of your Majesties, stolen by him from her tomb at Thebes."

Take note that, if no such child is born or until it is born, I name my nephew, the count Amenmeses, son of by brother Khaemuas, now gathered to Osiris, to fill the Throne of Egypt when I am no more. Come hither, Count Amenmeses." He advanced and stood before him.

Well, I am glad to learn that you are wise, for in this book of magic that I have been reading I find problems worthy of Khaemuas the departed, whom I only remember as a brooding, black-browed man much like my cousin, Amenmeses his son save that no one can call Amenmeses wise." "Why is your Highness glad?"

He was Khaemuas, son of Rameses the Great, the mightiest magician that ever was in Egypt, who of his own will withdrew himself from earth before the time came that he should sit upon the throne. "I have wisdom, your Majesties, and I will answer," he said.

She raised her hand so swiftly that the bracelets jingled on her wrists, and spoke out with boldness. "Royal Khaemuas, prince and magician," she said, "hearken to one who, like you, was Egypt's heir centuries before you were born, one also who ruled over the Two Lands, and not so ill which, Prince, never was your lot. Answer me! Is all wisdom centred in your breast? Answer me!

Khaemuas raised his wand and, holding it towards the boat where Smith was hidden, said: "Draw near, Vile One, bringing with thee that thou hast stolen." Smith tried hard to remain where he was. He sat himself down and set his heels against the floor. As the reader knows, he was always shy and retiring by disposition, and never had these weaknesses oppressed him more than they did just then.

"Because you, being by your own account his equal, can now interpret the matter as Khaemuas would have done. You know, Pambasa, that had he lived he would have been Pharaoh in place of my father. He died too soon, however, which proves to me that there was something in this tale of his wisdom, since no really wise man would ever wish to be Pharaoh of Egypt." Pambasa stared with his mouth open.

"Yes, Ana, though were she to wed my cousin, Amenmeses, the son of Pharaoh's elder brother Khaemuas, she might still be a queen, if I chose to stand aside as I would not be loth to do." "Would Egypt suffer this, Prince?" "I do not know, nor does it matter since she hates Amenmeses, who is strong-willed and ambitious, and will have none of him. Also he is already married."