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She had lost interest in the game. The color had receded from her cheeks and now and again her lips trembled. Kenkenes looked and saw that Seti's eyes were adoring Ta-user, who smiled at him. With a sudden rush of heat through his veins, the young artist turned again to Io, and watched till he caught her eye. With a look he invited her to come to him.
He was a typical Oriental, bronze in hue, lean of frame, brilliant of eye, white of teeth, intense in temperament and fierce in his loves and hates. Religion comforted him through his appetites; in his sight craft was a virtue, intrigue was politics, and love was a fury. His eyes never left Ta-user for long, and his every word seemed to be inspired by some overweening emotion.
Is there anything further?" "Of a truth, dost thou not know? Nay, then, far be it from me to tell thee anything." She passed round them and started to go on. In a few paces, Nechutes overtook her. "Give us thy meaning, Ta-user," he said earnestly. "Kenkenes was near to me to Ta-meri. What knowest thou?" "The court buzzes with it. Strange indeed that ye heard it not.
"Nay, let it pass," he said placidly, dropping into a chair. "All this savors too much of the future and is out of place in the happy improvidence of the present." "Let it all pass?" Ta-user asked. "Nay, I would hold the prince to the promise he made a moment agone, when the choosing of the new murket comes round again." "Do thou so, for me, then, when that time comes," Kenkenes interrupted.
Let him go, my King, and give the clean-souled fan-bearer another Israelite for his daughter." "Why camest thou not sooner with this to the king?" Har-hat demanded. "I have but this moment learned of it, and I could not leave the court without one last act for the good of the oppressed," she replied. "Have it thy way, Ta-user. Come to me in an hour," Meneptah began. "Nay, write it now."
Surely I have not let slip a single chance to show thee by token. Art thou stubborn or blind, that thou dost not pity me and spare me the avowal?" Rameses looked down at her upturned face without a softening line on his pallid countenance. "Ta-user," he said deliberately, "had I been mummied and entombed I should have known thine intent. I marvel that thou couldst think I had not seen.
Kenkenes leaned on his elbow toward him. "Canst thou force a woman to love thee?" he asked simply. Ta-user glanced at the prince and the sleepy black eyes of the heir narrowed. "Let us get back to the issue," he said. "We spoke of others shaping the future of men. You may not force a woman to love you, but no love or lack of love of a woman should misshape the destiny of any man."
Each has one of these two desirable things to give the other." "And how shall they appease Athor?" Kenkenes demanded warmly. "Ta-user loves Siptah, the son of Amon-meses, and Rameses will crown whom he loves though he had a thousand other crown-loving, treaty-dowered wives!" Hotep smiled. "I thought the four walls of thy world hedged thee, but it seems thou art right well acquainted with royalty."
Once or twice as he proceeded headlong through hamlets, he caught from the lips of natives a denunciation of Siptah, a vicious epithet applied to Ta-user, or, like a fresh thrust in an old wound, a pitying groan for himself. His shame had preceded him on fleet wings. He hoped he might as swiftly run his sentence down. None knew him in the roadways and the towns did not expect him.
Dost thou remember?" "Aye," Ta-user took it up. "They made thee sing in the temple and it went sore against thee, Kenkenes. Most of the upper classes in the college here were hoarse or treble by turns, and the priests required thee by force from thy tutors because thou couldst sing. Thou wast a stubborn lad, as pretty as a mimosa and as surly as a caged lion.
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