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"Care the less for that," sneered the dwarf, "since you must be hot in summer and cold in winter." "It is not evening all day," cried the head groom. "Paaker never forgets an injury, and we shall live to see him pay Mena high as he is for the affront he has offered him. "My lady Katuti," interrupted Nemu, "stores up the arrears of her son-in-law."
He passed by the silver, the gold, the jewels, with a laugh; and took the captive daughter of the Danaid princes, and led her into his tent." "Shameful!" muttered the dwarf. "Poor, poor Nefert!" cried Katuti, covering her face with her hands. "And what more?" asked Nemu hastily. "That," said Katuti, "that is but I will keep calm quite calm and quiet. You know my son.
She got up, and went towards the door, but the Regent called to her to stop, and asked: "Is Assa the father of your son, the little Nemu, the dwarf of the lady Katuti?" The witch laughed loudly. "Is the little wretch like Assa or like Beki? I picked him up like many other children." "But he is clever!" said Ani. "Ay-that he is. He has planned many a shrewd stroke, and is devoted to his mistress.
"He will be rejoiced to see you, for he esteems you highly and was a friend of your father's." As soon as Katuti had left the hall, the dwarf Nemu crept out of his hiding-place, placed himself in front of Paaker, and asked boldly: "Well? Did I give thee good advice yesterday, or no?" Put Paaker did not answer him, he pushed him aside with his foot, and walked up and down in deep thought.
She patted the dwarf's big head as if he were a lap-dog, and called the white cat, which with a graceful leap sprang on to her shoulder and stood there with its back arched, to be stroked by her slender fingers. Nemu looked enquiringly at his mistress, but Katuti turned to her daughter, and said in a warning voice: "I have very serious things to discuss with you."
She will contrive that Paaker shall be the ruin of Mena, as sure as I have ears to hear with, for that woman is capable of playing any tricks with her daughter, and would marry her to that lame dog yonder if it would advance her ambitious schemes." "But Nefert!" said Nemu. "You should have seen her. The dove became a lioness."
Since his conversation with Nemu, and the dwarf's interpretation of his dream, the path which he must tread to reach his aim had been plain before him. Nefert's mother must be won with the gold which would save her from disgrace, and Mena must be sent to the other world. He relied chiefly on his own reckless obstinacy which he liked to call firm determination Nemu's cunning, and the love-philter.
The old woman shook her grey head thoughtfully several times: but she let the little man go on to the end of his story without interrupting him. Then she asked, and her eyes flashed as she spoke: "And you really believe that you will succeed in putting the sparrow on the eagle's perch Ani on the throne of Rameses?" "The troops fighting in Ethiopia are for us," cried Nemu.
Nemu squeezed himself in between the edge of the tent and the yielding door, and found himself in an almost circular tent with many angles, and with its cone-shaped roof supported on a pole by way of a pillar. Pieces of shabby carpet lay on the dusty soil that was the floor of the tent, and on these squatted some gaily-clad girls, whom an old woman was busily engaged in dressing.
"We must try," said Nemu, and his sharp eyes met those of his mistress. "Speak," he said, "and trust me. Perhaps I can be of no use; but that I can be silent thou knowest."
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