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Updated: June 4, 2025
"Pentaur came in with Nebsecht," he exclaimed, "and they are intimate friends. Where was the leech while I was staying in Thebes?" "He was taking care of the child hurt by Bent-Anat the child of the paraschites Pinem, and he stayed there three days," replied Gagabu. "And it was Pinem," said Ameni, "that opened the body of Rui! Now I know who has dimmed Pentaur's faith.
A few hours later Ameni sent to invite the Regent to breakfast. "Do you know who the witch Hekt is?" asked Ani. "Certainly how should I notknow? She is the singer Beki the former enchantress of Thebes. May I ask what her communications were?" Ani thought it best not to confide the secret of Pentaur's birth to the high-priest, and answered evasively.
The naturalist laughed scornfully; the veins swelled angrily in Pentaur's forehead, and his voice took a threatening tone as he asked: "And do you believe that your finger and your eyes have lighted on the truth, when the noblest souls have striven in vain for thousands of years to find it out?
You hold it lawful to put a beast to pain, when you can thereby increase that knowledge by which you alleviate the sufferings of man, and enrich " "And do not you?" A gentle smile passed over Pentaur's face; leaned over the animal and said: "How curious! the little beast still lives and breathes; a man would have long been dead under such treatment.
It will not make your house rich but it will your heart!" Scherau clung to the priest, and involuntarily raised his little hand to stroke Pentaur's cheek. An unknown tenderness had filled his little heart, and he felt as if he must throw his arms round the poet's neck and cry upon his breast. But Pentaur set him down on the ground, and he trotted down into the valley. There he paused.
In a corner of this room lay a mat, on which stood a wooden head-prop, indicating that the naturalist was in the habit of sleeping on it. When Pentaur's step was heard on the threshold of this strange abode, its owner pushed a rather large object under the table, threw a cover over it, and hid a sharp flint scalpel
I will injure him, and help everyone that persecutes him; for though Assa is dead, the wrongs he did me live in me so long as I live myself. Pentaur's destiny must go on its course. If thou wilt have his life, consult with Nemu, for he hates him too, and he will serve thee more effectually than I can with my vain spells and silly harmless brews. Now let me go home!"
Pentaur groaned when he felt himself disarmed, but at that instant a youth stood by his side, as if he bad sprung from the earth, who put into his hand the sword of the fallen soldier who lay near his feet and who then, leaning his back against Pentaur's, faced the foe on the other side.
A quickly-formed tie, he felt, linked their souls, and the look which he saw them exchange startled him. The rebellious princess had glanced at the poet as though claiming approbation for her triumph, and Pentaur's eyes had responded to the appeal. One instant Ameni paused. Then he cried: "Bent-Anat!" The princess turned to the priest, and looked at him gravely and enquiringly.
The old man cried out at the blow, and at the cry the paraschites stricken down with stones his own struggle with the mob and the appearance of Bent Anat flashed into Pentaur's lnernory.
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