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Updated: May 8, 2025
Compared to the tiny gorgeous lady, Rachel was as a tall lily to a mimosa. Masanath was comfortably pillowed on cushions, close to the Israelite. The rose-leaf flush on her little face was subdued and her dark eyes were larger than usual.
Masanath ran, thinking only to leave the ghastly flood behind. Her wet over-dress flapped about her ankles. It, too, was stained, and she tore if off as she ran. Ahead of her was a sagging limestone wall, with no gap, but Masanath, hardly sane, would have dashed herself against it, if hands had not detained her. "Blood! Blood!" she shrieked. "Holy Ptah save us!" "Peace!" some one made answer.
Instantly, Pepi was at her other side, on his knees, praying and shaking. And together the trio huddled, but only one, Masanath, was brave enough to watch what was happening. From the bottom of the Nile a turbid convection was taking place, as if the river silt had been stirred up, but the fuming current was assuming a dull red tinge. The action had been rapid.
She turned toward Masanath, walking swiftly. The fan-bearer's daughter, stricken with panic, fled, nor paused until she had passed far beyond the chamber of Ta-user. Cowering in a friendly niche, she waited until the princess had disappeared, and then only after a long time was she sufficiently reassured to reach her own apartments. It was the next day's noon before Masanath saw her father.
Masanath occupied a diphros, or double chair, and a female attendant, standing behind her, stirred the warm air with a perfumed fan. The lady was on the point of sharing her seat with one of her guests, when Har-hat, who had been lounging by himself on the parapet, sauntered over to his daughter's side. "My father," she said, "the son of Mentu, the first friend of the noble Hotep."
Rachel was hearing her own plight given expression. She put aside any thought of herself and applied herself to Masanath's need. "Nay, there is Hotep," she whispered. "He loves thee, and if there is aught in prophecy, he will comfort thee when I am gone." "But thou shalt not go," Masanath cried. "Stay with me, Rachel." "Thy father's servant returneth in twenty days.
"It is worth the trip from Tanis to look upon thee." "Thy words are fair, Unas. How is it with my father?" Masanath asked with stiff lips. "The gods are good to the Pharaoh. They permit the wise Har-hat to continue in health to render service to his sovereign." Masanath, dreading the news, asked after it at once. Men have killed themselves for fear of death.
Rameses commanded, stamping his foot. "Nay, I had forgot she defies my power. Behold, then, I come to thee." Masanath anticipated his intent, and rising with much dignity, she put the ivory throne between her and the prince.
Spare him the falsehood, Masanath, and me a heartache." "Wilt thou slander my father to me?" she demanded. "Art thou a knave as well as a tyrant?" "Nay, I have spoken truly. Sad indeed were thy fate, my Masanath, did the gods mate thee with a knave, having fathered thee with a villain. So I am come to know of a truth what is thy will." "And I can tell thee most truly.
It mattered not that Rameses did not know. His talk of marriage with Masanath was exultation, nevertheless. Once again, Hotep flung himself on his couch and wrestled with his spirit. At the end of the hour, he went once again to Rameses. He was calm and composed, but he made no apology for his abrupt departure, when last he was there.
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