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Updated: May 12, 2025
With a shout that made the remote hills reply again and again, the convoy divided, a half retreating to either side of the Nile and the home-coming fleet entered the hollow. The nomarch's boat detached itself from its following and took up a position in the center, beside the royal barge.
Io asked shyly. "Now," Senci cried, "which of ye will say 'aye' or 'nay' to that!" Ta-meri retreated protesting to the prow again, but the gang-plank had been withdrawn. An army of slaves were breaking up the bridges of boats. The oars of the nomarch's barge rose and fell and the vessel bore away. Ta-meri cried out again when she saw it depart but she made no effort to stay it.
He took Io's hands, which were clasped across his knee, and rising, gave the chair to Ta-meri. He found a taboret for himself, and as he put it down at her feet, he saw Nechutes fling himself into a chair and scowl blackly at the nomarch's daughter. Kenkenes sighed and interested himself in the babble that went on about him.
The nomarch's eyes flashed with delight, but on the face of the holy Mefres confusion was evident. "I will swear," put in the worthy nomarch, "that the prince wore a white jacket and a purple apron with gold fringe." "Now, most worthy men," said the chief of police, "be pleased to come with me to the prison. There we shall see one more witness."
"Is it that half the bricks are sold to the Phoenicians, or that ten thousand sandals are lacking in the factory, or perhaps some low wretch has whispered to him about the foundries?" And the nomarch's heart was anxious. Suddenly the prince turned toward the escort and called Tutmosis, who was bound to be at all times near his person. Tutmosis ran up. The heir went to one side with him.
He praised in public the nomarch's government of the province, and to reward him for the damages caused by the drunken laborer, Ramses presented him with one-half of the furniture and vessels presented in Anu. The second half of those gifts was taken by the beautiful Abeb, daughter of the nomarch, as lady of the court.
An hour after the evening meal, when he entered the chariot that waited, he had laid aside the simple tunic, and in festal attire was, every inch of his many inches, the son of the king's favorite artist. His charioteer drove in the direction of the nomarch's house. The portress conducted him into the faintly lighted chamber of guests and went forth silently.
"Ta-meri always shuts her eyes," the sculptor defended himself stoutly. The nomarch's daughter caught his meaning first and covered her face with her hands. The chorus of laughter did not drown her protests. "Kenkenes, thou art a mortal plague!" she exclaimed behind her defense. "Truce," he said. "Thou didst accuse me and I did defend myself. We are even." "Nay, but am I also even with Ta-meri?"
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.
Should he dismiss his charioteer and journey to the nomarch's mansion in the companionable luxury of the litter? But even while he debated with himself, he passed her with a soft word and stepped into his chariot. The inundation, more properly Nilus the river-god. Meneptah having come and the old regime of life resumed, Memphis subsided into her normal state of dignity.
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