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Updated: June 10, 2025
"Aha! my father is ill, and I meanwhile at the head of the army must watch the desert lest the sand should run out of it. It is well that Thou hast reminded me of this! Yes, his holiness must be very ill, since the priests are so tender toward me. They show me everything and speak of everything, except this, that Mefres has secreted Lykon."
They are as much alike as two leaves of one palm-tree." "How was Lykon dressed that night?" "He wore a jacket in yellow and black stripes, a cap of the same material, and a red and blue apron. Do not torment me; return me my health! Be compassionate! I will be faithful to your gods! Are ye going already? Oh, hard-hearted!"
"Then I will kill one of his sleeping warriors. I will set fire to the palace. Do I know what I shall do? But I will not go without leaving a memento." The great eyes of the Phoenician woman had such a ghastly look that the Greek was astonished. "What is the matter with thee?" asked Lykon. "Nothing; listen. Thou hast never been so like the prince as today. Hence, if Thou wish to do a good thing."
At these words all the Libyans and the whole army gave forth a mighty shout; but the prince did not hear it. "Is my son dead?" asked he of the priest. "Sarah accused herself of child-murder? Did madness fall on her?" "The vile Lykon slew thy son." "O gods give me strength!" groaned Ramses. "Restrain thyself, lord, as becomes a victorious leader." "Is it possible to conquer such pain?
He told them that Lykon, the Greek with a face resembling his, was prowling around among the palaces, and he gave command to seize him. Hiram swore that if Phoenicians helped the police the Greek would be taken. But the chief shook his head. "Dost doubt?" asked the prince. "Yes, lord. In Pi-Bast dwell many pious Asiatics who think the priestess worthy of death because she deserted the altar.
And doubts rose in the soul of Tutmosis, intricate and involved as a nest of poisonous reptiles. Luckily in proportion as his doubts increased hope entered the heart of Niort's. "It is well that Thou hast reminded me of that Lykon," said she. "I remember. Through him Mefres accused Ramses of child murder, and today he may use the wretch to defame his sovereign.
We have not waited long to see it." The priestess fell at the prince's feet. "I will tell all," cried she, groaning; "only cast from thy heart, lord, anger against Phoenicians. Slay me, imprison me, but be not angry at Phoenicians." "Who attacked Sargon?" "Lykon, the Greek, who sings in our temples," said the priestess, still kneeling.
"The sleeping man looks all the time as if he felt an enemy near him.." "Lykon?" thought Samentu. "Ah, that Greek who is like the pharaoh. What do I see? Mefres has brought him!" At this moment the sleeping Greek rushed forward and stopped at the column behind which Samentu was hidden. The armed men ran after him, and the gleam of their torches threw light on the dark figure of Samentu.
"I will go there to-night with Lykon to warn the local priests. But if I succeed in saving the treasure of the gods, Thou wilt permit me to become its overseer, worthiness?" "As Thou wishest," answered Herhor with indifference. But in his heart he added: "The pious Mefres begins at last to show his claws and teeth.
"Sargon and the viceroy will give them." "I will let Sargon give, but not the prince." "Foolish Lykon, dost thou not know why that stripling pleases me a little? He reminds me of thee." The Greek was perfectly quieted. "Well, well," muttered he, "I understand that when a woman has the choice between the heir to the throne and a man with my voice I have no need to tremble.
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