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Updated: June 7, 2025
Early on the following clay the dwarf Nemu went past the restored hut of Uarda's father in which he had formerly lived with his wife with a man in a long coarse robe, the steward of some noble family. They went towards old Hekt's cave-dwelling. "I would beg thee to wait down here a moment, noble lord," said the dwarf, "while I announce thee to my mother." "That sounds very grand," said the other.
That Uarda's father had effected this change was beyond a doubt, and the poet trusted the rough but honest soldier who still kept near him, and gave him credit for the best intentions, although he had only spoken to him once since their departure from Thebes. That was the first night, when he had come up to Pentaur, and whispered: "I am looking after you.
Uarda's father, who had learned every path and bridge in Syria, accompanied the poet, while the physician Nebsecht remained with the ladies, whose good star seemed to have deserted them with Pentaur's departure, for the violent winter rains which fell in the mountains of Samaria destroyed the roads, soaked through the tents, and condemned them frequently to undesirable delays.
The little man looked down at the lately rebuilt hut, and ground his teeth, when, through an opening in the hedge, he saw the white robe of a man, who was sitting by Uarda. The pretty child's visitor was prince Rameri, who had crossed the Nile in the early morning, dressed as a young scribe of the treasury, to obtain news of Pentaur and to stick a rose into Uarda's hair.
Meanwhile the drivers drank, praised the royal wine, and the lucky day on which they drank it; and when Uarda's father suggested that the prisoners too should have a mouthful one of his fellow soldiers cried: "Aye, let the poor beasts be jolly too for once."
Meanwhile the drivers drank, praised the royal wine, and the lucky day on which they drank it; and when Uarda's father suggested that the prisoners too should have a mouthful one of his fellow soldiers cried: "Aye, let the poor beasts be jolly too for once."
"I am a man of peace," Nebsecht stammered, "And my white robe protects me. But I believe our patient is awake." The physician rose, and entered the hut. Uarda's pretty head lay on her grandmother's lap, and her large blue eyes turned contentedly on the priest. "She might get up and go out into the air," said the old woman. "She has slept long and soundly."
Uarda's father had lingered a little behind the party, for the girl had signed to him, and exchanged a few words with him. "Have you still an eye for the fair ones?" asked the youngest of the drivers when be rejoined the gang. "She is a waiting maid of the princess," replied the soldier not without embarrassment.
Uarda's eyes flashed, and she said proudly, almost defiantly: "My race is that of my mother, who was a daughter of no mean house; the reason I turned back this morning and went into the smoke and fire again after I had escaped once into the open air what I went back for, because I felt it was worth dying for, was my mother's legacy, which I had put away with my holiday dress when I followed the wretched Nemu to his tent.
"My son," replied the paraschites, "who is just returned from Syria." "Uarda's father?" asked Nebsecht. The soldier nodded assent, and said with a rough voice, but not without cordiality. "No one could guess it by looking at us she is so white and rosy. Her mother was a foreigner, and she has turned out as delicate as she was.
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