Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 28, 2025
He thought seldom, and only vaguely of Katuti's daughter, for love had quite given place to hatred, and only one thing now seemed to him worth living for the hope of working with others to cause his enemies' downfall, and of being the instrument of their death; so he offered himself to the widow a willing and welcome tool, and the dull flash in his uninjured eye when she set him the task of setting fire to the king's apartments, showed her that in the Mohar she had found an ally she might depend on to the uttermost.
The Mohar would have taken the wounded hand, for Setchem, who had the weakness of never being able to see blood flow neither her own nor anybody's else had turned as pale as death; but she pushed him from her, and as she spoke her gentle voice had a dull estranged tone.
The poet recognized the Mohar at once, asked his will, and learned that he was come to have a wonderful vision interpreted by him. Paaker explained before relating his dream, that he did not ask this service for nothing; and when the priest's countenance darkened he added: "I will send a fine beast for sacrifice to the Goddess if the interpretation is favorable."
A few hours since this information would have filled Katuti with indignation and disgust; now, though she blamed the Mohar, she asked eagerly whether such a drink could be proved to have any actual effect. "Not a doubt of it," said the dwarf, "if the whole were taken, but Nefert only had half of it."
The old woman sang this spell not without skill; but the Mohar appeared not to listen to her jargon. He descended carefully into the valley, and directed his steps to the resting place of the wife of Mena. By the side of a rock, which hill him from Nefert, he paused, set the cup on a flat block of stone, and drew the flask with the philter out of his girdle.
He looked half fearfully round at his new charioteer, and when he fancied he recognized the features of the deceased Mohar, the father of the traitor Paaker, he believed that Amon had assumed this aspect, and had come himself to save him. "Help is at hand!" cried his new companion. "If we hold our own for only a short time longer, thou art saved, and victory is ours."
There he found that the queen and Seti, with all the queen's retinue, had departed on a pilgrimage to the temple of the sacred ram at Mendes for the welfare of the soul of Rameses. Masanath was in Pelusium mourning for her sister who died with the first-born. The others, Har-hat, Hotep, Nechutes, Menes, Seneferu, Kephren the mohar, all except the palace attendants had accompanied the king.
Katuti wants a great deal of money to escape dishonor. She need only pick it up it lies at her door." The dwarf looked at the witch in astonishment. "The Mohar Paaker is her sister Setchem's son. Is he not?" "As you say." "Katuti's daughter Nefert is the wife of your master Mena, and another would like to tempt the neglected little hen into his yard."
Up to the present moment he had been proud of his devotion to his calling, of his duties as Mohar; and now he had discovered that the king, whose chain of honor hung round his neck, undervalued him, and perhaps only suffered him to fill his arduous and dangerous post for the sake of his father, while he, notwithstanding the temptations offered him in Thebes by his wealth, had accepted it willingly and disinterestedly.
If it were desirable to consult the ring, the Mohar touched with the point of his bronze dagger the engraved sign of the name, below which were represented three objects sacred to the Gods, and three that were, on the contrary, profane. If he hit one of the former, he concluded that his father who was gone to Osiris concurred in his design; in the contrary case he was careful to postpone it.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking