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There are her cake and her wine waiting for her." With these words she took the napkin off the breakfast-table, held up the beaker in her hand, and then said, with the cloth still in her hand: "I will leave you a moment, and see if Nefert is not yet come home."
Thou knowest that before she married me she was betrothed to her cousin, the pioneer Paaker, and he, during his stay in Thebes, has gone in and out of my house, has helped Katuti with an enormous sum to pay the debts of my wild brother-in-law, and-as my stud-keeper saw with his own eyes-has made presents of flowers to Nefert."
Katuti unfastened the wax, looked through the letter with a hasty glance, stroked the cheek of her child, and said: "Perhaps your brother has written for him; I see no line in his handwriting." Nefert on her side glanced at the letter, but not to read it, only to seek some trace of the well-known handwriting of her husband.
By the side of Bent-Anat, so long as the road was wide enough to allow of it, was carried Nefert, the wife of Mena, in her gilt litter, borne by eight tawny bearers, who, running with a swift and equally measured step, did not remain far behind the trotting horses of the princess and her fan-bearers.
Nefert felt tired and sleepy the next morning, and begged the princess to introduce her to her new duties for the first time next day; but the princess spoke to her encouragingly, told her that no man should put off doing right till the morrow, and urged her to follow her into her workshop. "We must both come to different minds," said she.
She started when she heard the light footsteps of her friend. "I am disturbing thee," said Nefert, about to retire. "No, stay," said Bent-Anat. "I thank the Gods that I have you, for my heart is sad pitifully sad." "I know where your thoughts were," said Nefert softly. "Well?" asked the princess. "With Pentaur."
Mena's wife nodded to her, and said with a sigh: "They are both happy!" "And they deserve to be!" exclaimed Uarda. "I fancy the Goddess of Truth is like Bent-Anat, and there is not another man in Egypt like Pentaur." Nefert was silent for awhile; then she asked softly: "Did you ever see Mena?" "How should I?" replied the girl. "Wait a little while, and your turn will come.
"And I am so glad," Nefert went on, "that the day has come at last when we can talk of him together again, and when the old grudge that lay so heavy in my heart is all forgotten. How good you are to us, I have already learned; my heart overflows with gratitude to you, when I remember my childhood, and I can never forget that I was indebted to you for all that was bright and happy in it.
Her white cat was playing at her feet with Paaker's flowers, which she had dropped on the floor, and when she saw her she took her up and kissed her. "Bring the little creature with you," said Bent-Anat. "It was your favorite plaything." "No," replied Nefert coloring.
There is hardly any end to the haruspices, the pastophori with the standards, the images of the Gods, and the flocks and herds for sacrifice. Only think, even the North has sent representatives to the feast, as if my father were here. I know all the different signs on the standards. Do you recognize the images of the king's ancestors, Nefert?
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