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"A message for thee, O Son of Ptah," Nechutes said. At a sign from the king, the messenger came forward, knelt and delivered the scroll. The king looked at the writing on the wrapping. "From whom dost thou bring this?" he asked. "From Jambres, the mystic, O Son of Ptah." "Ah!" It was the tone of one who has his surmises proved. "Now, what is contained herein?"
The lady started and flung a conscience-stricken glance at the scowling cup-bearer. And while her face was turned, Kenkenes departed like a shadow. But the portals of the nomarch's house had hardly closed behind him before he demanded of himself, impatiently, why he had made Nechutes' peace, why he kept the cup-bearer for ever between himself and Ta-meri.
Go back to him and take him all the happiness I would to the gods I knew. Farewell." He pressed her hand and continued toward the door. Once again he was hailed, this time by Rameses. He halted, stifling a groan, and returned to the prince. Nechutes and Ta-meri had disappeared. "One other thing, I would tell thee, Kenkenes," the prince said, "and then thou mayest go.
I was summoned hurriedly and am already dismissed upon mine errand, but I could not use myself so ill as to postpone my visit for eighteen days." She jeered at him prettily. "To hear thee one would think thou hadst been coming as often as Nechutes." "How often does Nechutes come?" "Every day." "Of late?" he asked, with a laugh in his eyes. "Nay," she answered sulkily. "Not since the day that day!"
"Nay, now," she protested, "wherein art thou better than Nechutes, save in the manner of telling thy calumny? But, Kenkenes," she broke off, "thou art wasted in thy narrow realm. They need thy gallant tongue at court." The young sculptor made soft eyes at her. "If I were a courtier," he objected, "I must scatter my small eloquence among many beauties that I would liefer save for one."
"Hath he forsworn us?" "I saw him to-day," Nechutes ventured, without raising his eyes from the game, "when we were fowling on the Nile below the city. He was alone, pulling down-stream, just this side of Masaarah." Hotep frowned and gave over any hope that Kenkenes would join the merrymaking that night.
He has summoned the shuddering Pantheon, to hear him vow eternal unfealty to thee, Ta-meri and lo! while they listened he begged their most potent charm to hold thee to him still. Poor Nechutes!" "Thou dost treat it lightly," she reproached him, her eyes veiled, "but it is of serious import to to Nechutes." "Nay, I shall hold my tongue.
"Hotep adds further that Mentu is the only one of the king's new ministers that is no longer a young man." "It is Rameses who counsels him, I doubt not," the sculptor replied. "He hath great faith in the powers of youth. And behold what a cabinet he hath built up for his father. First," Kenkenes continued, enumerating on his fingers, "there is Nechutes "
"Thou mayest come freely now," he growled, "The way shall be clear." The lady looked at him in mock fear. "Come, Nechutes," the sculptor implored laughingly, "be gracious. Being in highest favor, it behooves thee to be generous." But the prospective cup-bearer refused to be placated. He rumbled an order to the slaves and they shouldered the litter.
She appropriated the compliment at once. "Thou dost not hunger after even that opportunity," she pouted. "How long hath it been since the halls of my father's house knew thy steps? A whole moon!" "I feared that I should find Nechutes there," Kenkenes explained. During this pretty joust the brows of the prospective cup-bearer had knitted blackly. The scowl was unpropitious.
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