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Updated: June 8, 2025


A mysterious Providence shielded her. Anubis, which she formally claimed as hers, was the only one of the numerous dumb dwellers in the fan-bearer's house that had escaped. And of him there is something to be told. Shortly after the arrival of the Israelites in Memphis, Anubis disappeared for days. "He is gone to visit the murket," Masanath explained.

He was Menes, surnamed "the Bland," captain of the royal guard, a most amiable soldier and chiefly remarkable because, of all the prince's world, he was the only one that could tell the truth to Rameses and tell it without offense. On the floor between Masanath and Menes was the son of Amon-meses, the Prince Siptah.

Finding no sound obstacle to stay him, he fell with avidity to rending the Pantheon. But he found no cheer nor any hope that day when he told himself bitterly, "There is no God." The court was gone and Masanath was making the most of each day of her freedom.

She sank back in the shadows of her litter, covered her face with her hands and shuddered because of the imminence of her trial. So they journeyed on, till at last Masanath fell asleep not from indifference, for her fears exhausted her but because her mind still retained babyhood's way of comforting itself when too roughly beset.

By the next sunset they were going by a slow and sumptuous boat down the broad bosom of the Nile toward the sea, but they had no care whether or not they ever reached their destination. After some months spent on the coast, Masanath grew stronger and began to live with much appreciation of the joys of existence.

"It is well, for it saves me further speech now. I want thy daughter as my queen." Har-hat seemed to ponder a little before he answered. "Masanath does not love thee," he said at last. "Nay, but she shall." "That granted, there are further reasons why ye should not wed," the fan-bearer resumed after another pause. "Masanath would come between Egypt and Egypt's welfare.

By this time thou hadst been dead of thy frantic hate of her, if self-murder had not been done!" "Even so," he answered with a short laugh; "but I will not set thee free, Masanath, if thou didst convict me a monster in mine own eyes. If thou art good thou wilt love me or do thy duty by me. If thou art base, I have wedded mine own deserts."

He lays the curb of silence on my lips and enforces the indifference in my mien. If I revolt the penalty is humiliation and disaster for Masanath and for me. I love her, but I dare not let her dream it. The fan-bearer hath greater things in store for her than a scribe can promise. I am thy brother in hatred of him."

The little craft darted away from the painted landing for pleasure boats, and reaching midstream, was turned toward the north. The current caught it and swept it along like a leaf. As they passed the stone wharf at Masaarah, Nari looked toward the quarries with a show of interest on her face. She even caught her breath to speak. Masanath noted her animation. "What is it, Nari?"

Bereft of reason, they made the liquid echoes of the river ring with wild cries of mortal terror. Masanath had sufficient instinct left to urge her to fly. With a mighty effort she shook off her servants and sprang to the sweep. Instantly they made to follow her, but she threatened them with a hunting-stick. The combined weight of the three in the stern would have swamped the frail boat.

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