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"Take the squalling brat away," said Paaker to the nurse. "Mother, I want to speak to you." Setchem quieted the child, gave it many kisses, and sent it to bed; then she went up to her son, stroked his cheeks, and said: "If the little one were your own, she would go to you at once, and teach you that a child is the greatest blessing which the Gods bestow on us mortals."
"In a few days I must go again into the enemy's country, and do not wish to leave my wife, like Mena, to lead the life of a widow during my existence. Why urge it? my brother's wife and children are with you that might satisfy you." "The Gods know how I love them," answered Setchem; "but your brother Horns is the younger, and you the elder, to whom the inheritance belongs.
"I did not come here to sleep," replied Setchem. "I am too unhappy at all that happened to you on the larding-steps, it is frightful! No, no, my son, it is not about your smashed hand, though it grieves me to see you in pain; it is about the king, and his anger when he hears of the quarrel. He favors you less than he did your lost father, I know it well.
The great masts of cedar, which Paaker sent from Lebanon to Thebes to bear our banners, and ornament our gateway, were thrown to the ground at sunrise by the frightful wind." "Thus shall your son's defiant spirit be broken," said Ameni; "But for you, if you have patience, new joys shall arise." "I thank thee again," said Setchem. But something yet remains to be said.
I will fling them into an abyss, and I will laugh when I see them writhing in the sand at my feet!" "Fool!" cried Setchem, beside herself.
Paaker started, and then said with apparent composure: "Is it you, mother? It is near morning, and it is better to be asleep than awake in such an hour." "I could not rest in my rooms," answered Setchem. "The storm howled so wildly, and I am so anxious, so frightfully unhappy as I was before your father died." "Then stay with me," said Paaker affectionately, "and lie down on my couch."
His mother Setchem, the sister of my lady Katuti, has a little roundish soft " "You pigmy," cried the steward interrupting the speaker, "we have fed you and let you abuse people to your heart's content, but if you wag your sharp tongue against our mistress, I will take you by the girdle and fling you to the sky, so that the stars may remain sticking to your crooked hump."
"Is it true that thy sister Setchem has visited thee, and that you are reconciled?" "She offered me her hand, and I took it?" "Then go to her. Men are never more helpful than after a reconciliation. The enmity they have driven out, seems to leave as it were a freshly-healed wound which must be touched with caution; and Setchem is of thy own blood, and kind-hearted."
The dead man may be forgiven for the sake of your virtues; but your love is due to this nobler soul the real son of your husband, the poet of Egypt, the preserver of the king's life." Setchem rose and went up to Pentaur, she smiled at him and stroked his face and breast. "It is he," she said. "May the Immortals bless him!"
"What I foretold of your son," said Ameni, "shall assuredly be fulfilled, for the ways of the Gods are not as the ways of men." "Thy words do me good!" cried Setchem. "None can tell what fearful terror weighed upon my heart, when I made up my mind to come here. But thou dost not yet know all.
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