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Updated: June 13, 2025
The soldier had come to take leave of her, he had to escort some prisoners. "To Chennu?" asked Uarda. "No, to the north," replied the man. His daughter now related what she had heard, and asked whether he could help the priest, who had saved her. "If I had money, if I had money!" muttered the soldier to himself.
I always must model something when my mind is excited, and this time I quickly made his face, and as the image was successful, I kept it about me to show to the master when Hekt was out." While he spoke he had carefully unwrapped the figure with trembling fingers, and had given it to Uarda. "Ani!" cried the prince. "He, and no other! Who could have thought it! What spite has he against Pentaur?
The surgeon examined her pulse, and her wound, on which green leaves were laid. "Excellent," he said; "who gave you this healing herb?" The old woman shuddered, and hesitated; but Uarda said fearlessly; "Old Hekt, who lives over there in the black cave." "The witch!" muttered Nebsecht. "But we will let the leaves remain; if they do good, it is no matter where they came from."
One and another said the princess had been cursed, because she had taken remedies to the fair and injured Uarda, who was known to many of them. Among the curious who had flocked together were many embalmers, laborers, and humble folk, who lived in the Necropolis.
As she turned to go to the cabin, a veiled girl stepped up to her, took the veil from her face, and said: "Pardon me, princess; I am Uarda, whom thou didst run over, and to whom thou hast since been so good. My grandmother is dead, and I am quite alone. I slipped in among thy maid-servants, for I wish to follow thee, and to obey all thy commands. Only do not send me away."
She was very fond of them, and of flowers too; and Uarda in there takes after her. "In the evening, when the folk from the other side had left the City of the Dead, she would often walk down the valley here, thoughtful and often looking up at the moon, which she was especially fond of. "One evening in the winter-time I came home.
Rameri at once freed the little prisoner, and heard from him that it was old Hekt who, before her death, had sent Kaschta and his daughter to the rescue of the king, that he himself had helped to rouse the troops, that now he had no home and wished to go to Uarda.
Uarda knelt down by his side, looked in his face, and said: "He is clever and knows everything, but how silly he looks now! I will wake him." She pulled a blade of grass out of the heap on which he was lying, and saucily tickled his nose. Nebsecht raised himself, sneezed, but fell back asleep again; Uarda laughed out with her clear silvery tones.
There he fell, and Uarda rushed out and threw herself over the old man, who lay on the earth, scarcely recognizable in the dust and darkness. "Crush the scoffer!" "Tear him in pieces!" "Burn down the foul den!" "Throw him and the wench into the fire!" shouted the people who had been disturbed in their devotions, with wild fury.
He is a fine tall fellow, and took a great interest in her; he is a gardener's son, named Pentaur." "Pentaur?" said the dwarf. "Pentaur? He has the haughty air and the expression of the old Mohar, and would be sure to rise; but they are going to break his proud neck for him." "So much the better," said the old woman. "Uarda would be just the wife for you, she is good and steady, and no one knows "
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