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Then shall I be out of his reach, and the Lord will not lay up the sin against him. Furthermore, dost thou not remember Deborah's words while the spirit of prophecy was upon her? Promised she not peace for us, and happiness and long tranquillity to follow these days of sorrow? Do thou have faith, Masanath. Cease not to hope, for the forces of evil have never yet triumphed wholly."
Going to the king, he put aside Hotep, who was striving to raise the monarch, and lifted Meneptah in his arms. "Masanath is better now, good Hotep, and I would take my place beside my king." Without summoning further aid, he half carried the limp monarch up the hall and into the royal bed-chamber.
She turned to awaken Nari, when she heard inside the palace excited words and hurrying feet. Some one ran, barefoot, past her door, calling under his breath upon the gods. At that moment an incisive shriek cut the increasing murmur in the palace and died away in a long shuddering wail of grief. "Awake, awake, Nari!" Masanath cried, shaking the sleeping woman. "Something has befallen the city.
"Nay, but how shall that restore my pride in my father?" Masanath sobbed. "How shall I ever think of him without the bitterness of shame? What must the world think of him of me? Now I know what the murket meant. He knew, and Kenkenes knew and all Alas! alas!" she broke forth in fresh grief, "and Hotep knows!" Rachel could say no more, for in this sorrow no comfort could avail.
So the Nile rose and subsided, the winter came and went, and now it was near the middle of March, Masanath forgot Kenkenes and remembered her own sorrow now that its consummation was surely approaching. During the hours that darkened gradually Rachel was to her an ever-responsive comforter.
Rioting crews of river-men fought for first landing at the accessible places on the banks. Memphis shrieked and the pastures became compounds of wild beasts that deafened heaven with their savage bellowing. Pepi and Nari had no thought of saving themselves. It was Masanath who must save them. They clung to her, dragging her down with their arms when she attempted to rise.
But as well as the beauty, the dejection in the droop of the head, the unhappiness on the face, were apparent even in the dusk. Here was sorrow the kind of sorrow that even the benign night might not subdue. Masanath was well acquainted with such vigils as the golden Israelite seemed to be keeping. Her love-lorn heart was stirred. She spoke to Rachel softly.
Go now, and be proud of me if thou canst not love me!" He released her and, as he entered his apartments, lifted the curtain and stood for an instant looking back at her. Masanath saw him through her despairing tears strong, immovable, terrible in his youth and his purposes and his capabilities. Then the curtain fell behind him.
The messenger had been swift and the court had had time to prepare to greet the coming crown princess with propriety. After the first spasm of terror, Masanath set her teeth and prepared to endure. She was borne to the doors of the throne-room and two nobles gorgeously habited set the carved steps beside the litter for her feet. Without hesitation she descended.
Then they prepared themselves and Deborah and Anubis for a journey, and ere they departed, Masanath, at Rachel's bidding, wrote with a soft soapstone upon the rock over the portal of the tomb, the whereabouts of its whilom dwellers: "Her, whom thou seekest, thou wilt find at the mansion of Har-hat in the city." At sunset, Rachel, all unsuspecting, was sheltered in the house of her enemy.
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