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Updated: May 10, 2025
"You are a priest and one of the initiated," cried Gagabu, "and you know not or will not seem to know that by the enemies for whose overthrow we pray, are meant only the demons of darkness and the outlandish peoples by whom Egypt is endangered! Paaker prayed for his parents? Ay, and so will he for his children, for they will be his future as his fore fathers are his past.
The old woman, a tall figure bent with years, with a sharply-cut and wrinkled face, that might once have been handsome, made her preparations for receiving the visitor by tying a gaudy kerchief over her head, fastening her blue cotton garment round her throat, and flinging a fibre mat over the birds' heads. Paaker called out to her, but she feigned to be deaf and not to hear his voice.
"And must not I myself submit to accept songs of praise from the most contemptible wretches? Come smooth your brow; think of the approaching victory, of our return home, and remember that you have less to forgive Paaker than he to forgive you. Now, pray go and see to the horses, and to-morrow morning let me see you on my chariot full of cheerful courage as I love to see you."
The arrow cut through the air, and fell with fearful force on the charioteer's helmet; the shield fell from his grasp, and he put his hand to his head, feeling stunned; he heard Paaker's laugh of triumph, he felt another of his enemy's arrows cut his wrist, and, beside himself with rage, he flung away the reins, brandished his battle-axe, and forgetting himself and his duty, sprang from the chariot and rushed upon Paaker.
Nebsecht went up and down the hillside at a redoubled pace, and had long taken his place by the couch of the wounded Uarda in the hovel of the paraschites, when Nemu drew near to the abode of his Mother Hekt, from whom Paaker had received the philter. The old woman sat before the door of her cave.
'Your highest praise consists in this, to reward your mother for what she has done for you, in bringing you up, so that she may not raise her hands to God, nor He hear her lamentation." At these words, Paaker sobbed aloud, but he did not look at his mother. She called him tenderly by his name; then her eyes fell on his quiver, which lay on a bench with other arms.
She ordered the dwarf to impart to her what he knew, and the little man told her at last, after sincere efforts at resistance for he feared for his mother's safety that Paaker had administered half of a love-philter to Nefert, and that the remainder was still in his hands.
If you have deceived me!" said Katuti with a threatening gesture as she passed his perch. "Put me on a hook to angle for a crocodile if I have. But I am curious to know how he will offer you the money." "You swore to me," interrupted his mistress with feverish agitation, "that you had not used my name in asking Paaker to save us?" "A thousand times I swear it," said the little man.
I am going to the rooms of Bent-Anat; Katuti, who can go in and out as she pleases, will set fire to the stairs, which lead to the upper story, and which fall by touching a spring; and Paaker to the king's apartments." "Good-good, it may succeed," gasped the old woman. "But what was the scream in your tent?"
"But he will return," cried the young wife. "Or possibly not," laughed Paaker. "The Cheta, carry sharp weapons, and there are many vultures in Lebanon, who perhaps at this hour are tearing his flesh as he tore my heart."
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