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Updated: May 14, 2025
As Nemu, on his way back from his visit to Ani, approached his mistress's house, he was detained by a boy, who desired him to follow him to the stranger's quarter. Seeing him hesitate, the messenger showed him the ring of his mother Hekt, who had come into the town on business, and wanted to speak with him.
Before the sun had risen the next morning, Nemu got himself ferried over the Nile, with the small white ass which Mena's deceased father had given him many years before. He availed himself of the cool hour which precedes the rising of the sun for his ride through the Necropolis.
"And the handkerchief for the Regent?" asked the little man. "He wishes to speak to you about the matter which you know of with regard to Paaker. What is it?" "Do not ask," replied Nemu, "I ought not to betray it. By Besa, who protects us dwarfs, it is better that thou shouldst never know it." "For to-day I have learned enough that is new to me," retorted Katuti.
Suddenly she paused in front of Nemu, and said so hoarsely that Nemu shuddered: "I wish she were a widow." "The little man made a gesture as if to protect himself from the evil eye, but at the same instant he slipped down from his pedestal, and exclaimed: "There is a chariot, and I hear his big dog barking. It is he. Shall I call Nefert?"
"Bless me," laughed the woman; "you want to play my lady Nefert, and expect me to take the part of her mother Katuti. But, seriously, having seen the child again, have you any fancy for her?" "Yes," replied Nemu. "If we gain our end, Katuti will make me free, and make me rich. Then I will buy Pinem's grandchild, and take her for my wife.
The old woman laughed; but Nemu bit his lips, and said: "If you had sent me to school, and if I were not the son of a witch, and a dwarf, I would play with men as they have played with me; for I am cleverer than all of them, and none of their plans are hidden from me.
He has borrowed sums of money from most of the rich men in the country, and that is well, for so many creditors are so many allies. The Regent is a bad debtor; but the king Ani, they reckon, will be a grateful payer." Katuti looked at the dwarf in astonishment. "You know men!" she said. "To my sorrow!" replied Nemu.
The passionate stirring of a soul, whether it be the result of joy or of sorrow, among us moderns covers its features with a veil, which it had no need of among the ancients. Where the loudest laments sounded, a restless little being might be seen hurrying from group to group; it was Nemu, Katuti's dwarf, whom we know.
The farther Katuti went in the lamentably incorrect epistle which she could only decipher with difficulty which her darling had written to her, the paler grew her face, which she several times covered with her trembling hands, from which the letter dropped. Nemu squatted on the earth near her, and followed all her movements.
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.
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