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Updated: May 10, 2025
By this time the soldier had rejoined Pentaur, and both listened for a few minutes; then the poet whispered to his guide: "They are speaking Egyptian, I caught a few words." "All the better," said Kaschta. "Paaker or some of his people are in there; the door is there still, and shut. If we give four hard and three gentle knocks, it will be opened. Can you understand what they are saying?"
There is no tree in the garden I love so much, for it always reminds me of your father, who was so kind to me, and whom I can never forget!" Paaker bowed assent. Nefert looked at him, and interrupted her story when she observed his crimson cheeks. "It is very hot! Would you like some wine to drink -or some water?"
There are many women in Thebes besides Nefert, and a hundred nobles in the land would esteem themselves happy to win you for a son-in-law." Paaker rose, and began thoughtfully pacing the broad space, while Setchem went on speaking.
Pentaur would have clasped her in his arms, but she pushed him away as if she feared to commit some breach of faith, and turning hastily to the bier she said softly: Poor Paaker poor, poor Paaker!" "Mother, mother, do you not know your son?" cried Pentaur deeply moved. She turned to him again: "It is his voice," she said. "It is he."
The poet recognized the Mohar at once, asked his will, and learned that he was come to have a wonderful vision interpreted by him. Paaker explained before relating his dream, that he did not ask this service for nothing; and when the priest's countenance darkened he added: "I will send a fine beast for sacrifice to the Goddess if the interpretation is favorable."
"And then the Gods heard my prayer, and accepted my offerings," said Paaker, with a trembling voice, "and tore the robber of my joys from you, and scorched your heart and his with desire. Do you think you can tell me anything I do not know? Once again for fifteen days was Mena yours, and now he has not returned again from the war which is raging hotly in Asia."
At last once more through her choking tears she called his name, opened her arms wide and exclaimed: "Here I am here I am! Come to my heart, only give up these hideous thoughts of revenge." But Paaker did not move, he did not look up at her, he did not speak, he only shook his head in negation. Setchem's hands fell, and she said softly: "What did your father teach you out of the scriptures?
The valley was perfectly still and deserted; on the highest pinnacles of the cliff, which rose perpendicularly to the right, sat a long row of vultures, as motionless as if the mid-day heat had taken all strength out of their wings. Paaker bowed before them as being the sacred animals of the Great Goddess of Thebes, and the two women silently followed his example.
Paaker had listened motionless to the old woman, and siezed the flask eagerly, as if bidding defiance to some adversary; he put it in his money bag, threw a few more rings at the feet of the witch, and once more hastily demanded a bowl of Nile-water. "Is my lord in such a hurry?" muttered the old woman, once more going into the cave.
Katuti wants a great deal of money to escape dishonor. She need only pick it up it lies at her door." The dwarf looked at the witch in astonishment. "The Mohar Paaker is her sister Setchem's son. Is he not?" "As you say." "Katuti's daughter Nefert is the wife of your master Mena, and another would like to tempt the neglected little hen into his yard."
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