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Updated: June 13, 2025
The joy of the king was unspeakable, and Uarda was never tired of gazing at his daughter and holding her hand. Then she turned to the interpreter. "Tell me," she said. "How do I say 'I am so very happy?" He told her, and she smilingly repeated his words.
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.
"That will not do, for we set sail at midnight, but if some one returns to you with the ring you will know that what I propose has succeeded." Uarda went into the hut, her father followed her; he took leave of his sick mother and of his daughter. When they went out of doors again, he said: "You have to live on the princess's gift till I return, and I do not want half of the physician's present.
"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.
With one wrench he pulled out the heavy wooden pole, which supported the awning which the old paraschites had put up for his sick grandchild; he swung it round his head, as if it were a reed, driving back the crowd, while he called to Uarda to keep close to him. "He who touches the child is a dead man!" he cried.
I must go over to the gold tent, where everyone goes now who has any money in their purse, to speak to the mistress " "What do you want with her?" interrupted Nemu. "Little Uarda over there," said the old woman, "will soon be quite well again. You have seen her lately; is she not grown beautiful, wonderfully beautiful?
It might very well be so, for all disturbance in nature and men was the work of Seth, and how wild was the storm in his breast! And yet! He wished nothing but good to come of it to Uarda. She was so fair and sweet like some child of the Gods: and certainly the white maiden must have been stolen from some one, and could not possibly belong to the unclean people.
When the prince entered the court of the hut, Uarda was not to be seen, but he soon heard her voice singing out through the open door. She came out into the air, for the dog barked furiously at Rameri. When she saw the prince, she started, and said: "You are here already again, and yet I warned you. My grandmother in there is the wife of a paraschites."
"Nebsecht has already told us that she was a dumb woman, a prisoner of war, and I myself believe that she was of no mean house, for Uarda is nobly formed in face and figure." "And her skin is as fine as the petal of a flower," cried Rameri. "Her voice is like the ring of pure gold, and Oh! look, she is moving. Uarda, open your eyes, Uarda! When the sun rises we praise the Gods.
Falling walls choked up the way in front of these brave adventurers; but it was not till several had fallen choked or struck down by burning logs, that they made up their minds to retire one of the first that was killed was Katuti's son, Nefert's brother. Uarda had been carried into the nearest tent.
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