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"Hekt tasted the drops thou didst give her," said the old woman, "and agreed that they were good." "Then we are satisfied with each other," answered Nebsecht, with a smile of amusement. "We will carry you now into the open air, little maid; for the air in here is as heavy as lead, and your damaged lung requires lighter nourishment." "Yes, let me go out," said the girl.
His organism is perhaps of a more precious, subtle, and so more fragile nature?" Nebsecht shrugged his shoulders. "Perhaps!" he said. "I thought you must know." "I how should I?" asked the leech. "I have told you they would not even let me try to find out how the hand of a forger moves." "Consider, the scripture tells us the passage of the soul depends on the preservation of the body."
The red-beard filled a large beaker, and offered it first to a forger and his fettered companion, then he approached Pentaur, and whispered: "Do not drink any-keep awake!" As he was going to warn the physician too, one of his companions came between them, and offering his tankard to Nebsecht said: "Here mumbler, drink; see him pull! His stuttering mouth is spry enough for drinking!"
"Perhaps I am doubly guilty for playing such an accursed trick with the heart of a high-priest; but Rui's body will be hung round with a hundred amulets, Scarabaei And then! thou hast sworn, in that world, in the hall of judgment, to take my guilt on thyself." Nebsecht gave the old man his hand. "That I will," said he, "and I should have chosen as you did.
Then he drew out the bond Nebsecht had given him, held it up with both hands, as if to show it to the Immortals, and particularly to the judges in the hall of truth and judgment, that they might not reckon with him for the crime he had committed not for himself but for another and that they might not refuse to justify Rui, whom he had robbed of his heart.
I can do nothing, nothing at all, and guide my instruments with hardly more certainty than a sculptor condemned to work in the dark." "Something like the blind Resu then," said Pentaur smiling, "who understood painting better than all the painters who could see." "In my operations there is a 'better' and a 'worse;" said Nebsecht, "but there is nothing 'good."
You believe yourself to have found the right one, and perhaps none exists." "Then let us content ourselves with the nearest and the most beautiful," said Pentaur. "The most beautiful?" cried Nebsecht indignantly. "Is that monster, whom you call God, beautiful the giant who for ever regenerates himself that he may devour himself again? God is the All, you say, who suffices to himself.
The rest, and how we got here, you yourselves know. In Syria at this time of year you will suffer a good deal from rain. I know the country, for I have escorted many prisoners of war into Egypt, and I was there five years with the troops of the great Mohar, father of the chief pioneer Paaker." Bent-Anat thanked the brave fellow, and Pentaur and Nebsecht continued the narrative.
Nebsecht looked down, and knew not how to answer the old man. His wife now came out; she set a bowl of lentils that she had hastily warmed before the two men, with radishes and onions, then she helped Uarda, who did not need to be carried, into the house, and invited Nebsecht to share their meal. He accepted her invitation, for he had eaten nothing since the previous evening.
Who that lives here behind the hill is of so much importance, that a leech from the House of Seti sacrifices his night's rest for him?" "The one I visit is mean, but the suffering is great," answered Nebsecht.
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