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Little Scherau tried to support her, but he was too weak; she sank down on the sand, and looked out into the distance. There she saw the dark mass of the palace, from which rose a light that grew broader and broader, then clouds of black smoke, then up flew the soaring flame, and a swarm of glowing sparks. "Run into the camp, child," she cried, "cry fire, and wake the sleepers."
Scherau had often crept close up to him, and thoughtfully watched him at work, and then tried himself to make animal and human figures out of a bit of clay. One day the old man had observed him. The sculptor had silently taken his humble attempt out of his hand, and had returned it to him with a smile of encouragement. From that time a peculiar tie had sprung up between the two.
Rameri pressed the scarlet blossom to his lips, and stretched out his hand toward Uarda; but she shrank back, for a little figure slipped through an opening in the hedge. It was Scherau. His pretty little face glowed with his quick run, and his breath was gone. For a few minutes he tried in vain for words, and looked anxiously at the prince.
"It is well," she said, "that you have come; I shall be dead before sunrise." "Mother!" cried the dwarf horrified, "you shall live, and live better than you have done till now! Great things are happening, and for us!" "I know, I know," said Hekt. "Go away, Scherau now, Nemu, whisper in my ear what is doing?"
At her feet little Scherau lay asleep. Presently she pushed the child with her foot. "Wake up," she said, as he raised himself still half asleep. "You have young ears it seemed to me that I heard a woman scream in Ani's tent. Do you hear any thing?" "Yes, indeed," exclaimed the little one. "There is a noise like crying, and that that was a scream! It came from out there, from Nemu's tent."
At her feet little Scherau lay asleep. Presently she pushed the child with her foot. "Wake up," she said, as he raised himself still half asleep. "You have young ears it seemed to me that I heard a woman scream in Ani's tent. Do you hear any thing?" "Yes, indeed," exclaimed the little one. "There is a noise like crying, and that that was a scream! It came from out there, from Nemu's tent."
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.
Scherau went up to the sick girl, knelt down by her, and whispered with streaming eyes: "Take it! It is good, and very sweet, and if I get another cake, and Hekt will let me out, I will bring it to you. "Thank you, good little Scherau," said Uarda, kissing the child.
The girl shrank together in alarm when she saw the old woman, and Scherau, who crouched at her side, raised his hands imploringly to the witch. "Take this knife, boy," she said to the little one. "Cut the ropes the poor thing is tied with. The papyrus cords are strong, saw them with the blade."
The girl shrank together in alarm when she saw the old woman, and Scherau, who crouched at her side, raised his hands imploringly to the witch. "Take this knife, boy," she said to the little one. "Cut the ropes the poor thing is tied with. The papyrus cords are strong, saw them with the blade."
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