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The stiff old creature rose with a murmur half of compassion, half of promise, and went forth immediately. The murket stood very close to his son, regarding him with interrogation on his face. "Memphis was full of famishing at the coming of dawn this morning," he said. "For the first time in my life I knew hunger, and it is a fearsome thing, but thou a shade from Amenti could not be ghastlier.
Hotep waited in the house of his aunt, neighbor to the murket, and about the middle of the first watch asked again for Kenkenes. Nay, the young master had not returned. But would not the noble Hotep enter and await him? The scribe, however, returned to the palace, and put off his visit until the next day. The following noon a page brought him a message from his aunt, the Lady Senci.
After some little employment among his effects, the cup-bearer came to the bedside on his way back to the king's tent, and bent over his guest. "Holy Isis! but I am glad he died not!" he said to himself. "Aye, and there be many who are as glad as I am. Dear Ta-meri! She will be rejoiced, and Hotep. What a great happiness for the old murket " he paused and clasped his hands together.
Silent, they watched him eat and drink, grieved because of the visible effort it required and because no life or strength returned to him with the breaking of his fast. When he had finished, the bowl and platter were taken away, but at a sign the old housekeeper left the wine with the murket. After she had gone Mentu glanced at the draggled dress of his son.
"Look at me, father," Kenkenes insisted. Still no movement. The young man put his arm closer about the shoulders, and lifting his hand, would have turned the face toward him. But the palm touched a wet cheek. The murket had consented. An hour later, when it was far into the second watch, Kenkenes changed his dress and made himself presentable.
A strong tremor ran over him and he averted his face. The murket came to his side and smoothed the damp hair. The old housekeeper entered with broth and bread and a bottle of wine. Mentu broke the bread and filled the beaker, while Sema stood aloof and gazed with troubled eyes at the unhappy face of the young master.
It was short and distressed. "Kenkenes has not returned, Hotep, and since he is known to have gone upon the Nile, we fear that disaster has overtaken him. Come and help the unhappy murket. His household is so dismayed that it is useless. Come, and come quickly." The probability of the young artist's death in the Nile immediately took second place in the scribe's mind.
"Nay, but I shall catch him;" and flying down through the house, out into the narrow passage, she overtook the murket. This is what she told Rachel when she returned: "I said to him: 'My Lord, I know where Kenkenes went. And he said: 'Of a truth? in the calmest way.
"Nay, let it pass," he said placidly, dropping into a chair. "All this savors too much of the future and is out of place in the happy improvidence of the present." "Let it all pass?" Ta-user asked. "Nay, I would hold the prince to the promise he made a moment agone, when the choosing of the new murket comes round again." "Do thou so, for me, then, when that time comes," Kenkenes interrupted.
"Kenkenes, the son of Mentu, thy murket." "It can not be," the king declared with suspicion in his eye. "The murket had but one son and he must be dead with the first-born." "Nay; I was in the land of Goshen, the night of death, and the God of Israel spared me." Meneptah continued to gaze at him stubbornly.
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