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Updated: June 7, 2025
The poor woman, who lay there in convulsions, was his daughter-in-law Setchem. The baby, a boy, was as sound as a nut, but she was evidently in great danger.
Palms, sycamores, and acacia-trees, figs, pomegranates, and jasmine throve here particularly well for Paaker's mother, Setchem, superintended the labors of the gardeners; and in the large tank in the midst there was never any lack of water for watering the beds and the roots of the trees, as it was always supplied by two canals, into which wheels turned by oxen poured water day and night from the Nile-stream.
I have forgiven Nefert and her mother that may satisfy you." Setchem shook her head, and said: "What will it lead to! The war cannot last for ever, and if Mena returns the reconciliation of to-day will turn to all the more bitter enmity. I see only one remedy. Follow my advice, and let me find you a wife worthy of you." "Not now!" exclaimed Paaker impatiently.
And over the apparently careless arrangement of these various objects there reigned a peculiar charm, an indescribably fascinating something. Stretched at full-length on a couch, and playing with a silky-haired white cat, lay the fair Nefert fanned to coolness by a negro-girl while her mother Katuti nodded a last farewell to her sister Setchem and to Paaker.
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.
And over the apparently careless arrangement of these various objects there reigned a peculiar charm, an indescribably fascinating something. Stretched at full-length on a couch, and playing with a silky-haired white cat, lay the fair Nefert fanned to coolness by a negro-girl while her mother Katuti nodded a last farewell to her sister Setchem and to Paaker.
"You know my sister," replied Setchem. "She manages Mena's possessions, has many requirements, tries to vie with the greatest in splendor, sees the governor often in her house, her son is no doubt extravagant and so the most necessary things may often be wanting." Paaker shrugged his shoulders, once more embraced his mother and left her.
Paaker smiled and said: "I know what you are aiming at but leave it for the present, for I have something important to communicate to you." "Well?" asked Setchem. "To-day for the first time since you know when, I have spoken to Nefert. The past may be forgotten. You long for your sister; go to her, I have nothing more to say against it."
"I was standing near, and I saw how Paaker hastily withdrew into the tomb, and how his mother Setchem threw her full purse to Seni. Others followed her example, and the old man never had a richer harvest. The poor may thank the Mohar! A crowd of people collected in front of the tomb, and he would have fared badly if it had not been for the police guard who drove them away."
"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.
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