Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 25, 2025
When Kenkenes made an end the murket brought his clenched hand down on the table with a force that made the lamp wink and the implements rattle in their boxes above him. "Curse that smooth villain Har-hat!" he cried in a tempest of wrath. "A murrain upon his greedy, crafty lust! The gods blast him in his knavery! Now is my precious amulet in his hands.
Would it were white-hot and clung to him like a leech!" Kenkenes said nothing. The murket's wrath was more comforting to him than tender words could have been. "Who hath the ear of Meneptah?" the murket continued with increasing vehemence. "Har-hat! And behold the miseries of Egypt! Shall we put any great sin past the knave who sinneth monstrously, or divine his methods who is a master of cunning?
"She did not surrender. It was I." "Thy faith?" the murket asked in a voice low with earnestness. "Thou hast said!" A dead silence ensued. Kenkenes may have awaited the outbreak with a quickening of the heart, but it did not come. Instead, the murket sat down on the bench and gazed at his son intently. After a long interval he spoke.
Covering his sun-burnt shoulders with his robes, assuming the circlet once again, he went toward the distant city of Thebes, once more in spirit and dress the son of the royal murket. At the heavy-walled prison across the Nile he asked after the signet. It had not been returned with the writing. Neither was there any word to him concerning his prayer to Pharaoh for the liberty of Rachel.
"The offices of cup-bearer and murket are to be bestowed in Memphis," Nechutes continued. "And the one falls to Nechutes," the lady declared triumphantly. "Of a truth thou hast a downy lot before thee, Nechutes," the young sculptor said heartily. "And never one so deserving of it. I give thee joy." "And the other goes to the noble Mentu," Nechutes added in a meek voice. "Sphinx!"
Since there were no children in their house, Senci and the murket spoiled Anubis, and in the eyes of his devoted master the ape had earned his soft life. Shortly after the departure of Kenkenes Mentu discovered the ape burying something in the sand of the courtyard flower-beds.
"But thou knowest, my father, that Meneptah must be for ever directed. Who, then, offered him this wise counsel? Rameses?" "It was never Har-hat," Mentu replied, but half placated. "If he had, thou and I must no longer call him a poor counselor." "Bribe " the murket began, ruffled once more. "Nay," Kenkenes interrupted smiling. "He had but proved himself worthy and wise."
The new cup-bearer waved his hand, and Kenkenes went on. "There is my father, the murket. He needs no further praise than the utterance of his name. There is Hotep, on whose lips Toth abideth. There is Seneferu, the faithful, whom the Rebu dreads. Next is Kephren, the mohar, who would outshine his father, the right hand of the great Rameses, had he but nations to conquer. After him, Har-hat "
He saw the face of his son grow paler. "The bar of faith lay between us," Kenkenes answered. "I was an idolater, she a worshiper of the One God. She would not wed with me, therefore." The murket looked at his son, stupefied with amazement. "Thou thou " he said at last, his words coming slowly by reason of his emotions. "The Israelite rejected thee!" Kenkenes bent his head in assent. "Thou!
Word Of The Day
Others Looking