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Updated: May 28, 2025
Samentu put down his basket and, lighting two torches, began by the light of them to read inscriptions on the walls. "Despite my wretched figure," declared one inscription, "I am a real son of the gods, for my auger is terrible. "In the open air I turn to a column of fire, and I am lightning. Confined I am thunder and destruction, and no building can resist me.
He said that he had come to the pharaoh from Samentu. Ramses received the priest, who prostrated himself and gave the pharaoh a ring, at sight of which his holiness grew pallid. "What does this mean?" asked he. "Samentu is no longer alive," replied the priest. Ramses could not recover his voice for a time. At last he asked, "How has this happened?"
Of course only one man: the young priest of Set, whom he had acquainted minutely enough with his purposes. The traitor, if alone, would have had to look almost a month for the way to the treasure, but if he had agreed with the overseers they might in one day track out Samentu. At that moment the high priest felt the impressions known only to men who are looking at death face to face.
"I ran an hour through various halls and corridors, like a mouse chased by a cat. And I confess that, not merely did I not understand that road, but I could not have even escaped from the place unattended. Death in the sunlight may be pleasant, but death in those dens, where a mole would lose its way! Brr!" "Still we must find that road and master it," said Samentu.
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