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After setting fire to Bent-Anat's rooms, he had determined to lay a brand to the wing of the palace where, with the other princes, Uarda's friend Rameri was sleeping. Mena had again leaped out of window, and was estimating the height of the leap to the ground; the Pharaoh's room was getting more and more filled with smoke, and flames began to break through the seams of the boards.
Nefert immediately found the steward, and ordered him to follow Uarda with a skin of wine. Then she went back to the princess's tent, and opened the medicine case. "What do you want?" asked Bent-Anat. "A remedy for palpitation," replied Nefert; she quietly took the flask she needed, and in a few minutes put it into Uarda's hand.
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.
"I will not be better than you!" cried the boy. "Besides, the paraschites is dead, and Uarda's father is a respectable soldier, who can defile no one. I kept a long way from the old woman. To-morrow I am going again. I promised her." "Promised who?" asked his sister. "Who but Uarda? She loves flowers, and since the rose which you gave her she has not seen one.
Uarda's name was long held in tender remembrance by their subjects, for having grown up in misery she understood the secret of alleviating sorrow and relieving want, and of doing good and giving happiness without humiliating those she benefitted. AN EGYPTIAN PRINCESS, Complete By Georg Ebers Translated from the German by Eleanor Grove
"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.
Abocharabos, the Amalekite chief, accompanied the caravan, to which Uarda's father also attached himself; he had been taken prisoner in the struggle with the natives, but at Bent-Anat's request was set at liberty. At their first halting place he was commanded to explain how he had succeeded in having Pentaur taken to the mines, instead of to the quarries of Chennu.
"Come here, girl, and I will put out the pitch on your dress." He seized Uarda's hand, drew her to him, and hastily put out the flame, while Pentaur protected them with his sword.
If that is what he thought, he was not wise, for no one usually is so self-confident and insolent as just such an idiot." By Georg Ebers An hour later, Ani, in rich attire, left his father's tomb, and drove his brilliant chariot past the witch's cave, and the little cottage of Uarda's father. Nemu squatted on the step, the dwarf's usual place.
Abocharabos, the Amalekite chief, accompanied the caravan, to which Uarda's father also attached himself; he had been taken prisoner in the struggle with the natives, but at Bent-Anat's request was set at liberty. At their first halting place he was commanded to explain how he had succeeded in having Pentaur taken to the mines, instead of to the quarries of Chennu.
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