The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1919-03-23

Ulcers who had been summoned to the
,urt. and among them white-robed and
layen priests. Also there were others Of
HON / took no count, such as Arab head.
en- from the desert, traders with jewels
Id other wares 10 sell, farmers. and even
sasants with petitions to present. law
srs and their clients, and know not who
ssides, though OF all these none were
Iffered to advance beyond certain mark
here the light began to fall Speaking
whispers, ali Of these folk fitted to and
o like bats in tomb.
We waited between two Hathor-headed
liars in one Of the yestibules Of the hall,
q Prince Seti, who was clad In purple
'rdered garments and wore upon his brow
fllet Of gold, from which rose the urasus,
hooded snake, also Of gold. that royal
les alone might wear, leaning against the
Ise OF a statue, while the rest OF rs stood
silent behind him.
This is weary work." he said at
length. Would l had asked you 70
bring that new tale OF yours, Scribe
Ana, that we might have read It to-
gether."
shall l tell you the plot Of Il
Prince?'
Eyes. mean, not now, lest
should forget my manners listening
to you. Look" and he pointed to q
dark-browed, herce-eyed man OF mid.
die age who passed up the hall as
though he did not see US, there goes
my cousin, Amenmeses. You know
him, do you not?"
I shook my head
Then tell me what you think Of
him at once before the first judgment
fades"
Il think he is a royallooking lord,
obstinate in mind and strong in body,
handsome, too, in a way"
"AH can see that. Ana. What
else?"
II think" said in a low voice 30
that none might oyerhear, that his
heart is as black as his brow; that
he has grown wicked with Jealousy
and hate and win do you evil"
"Can man grow wicked, Ana?
Is he not as he was born till the
end? Still, you are right, he Is jeal-
GUS and viii do me evil II 1t brings
him good. But tell me, which Of Us
J wiz triumph at the last?"
When l hesitated what TO answer
/ became aware that we had been
Joined by very ancient man clad
in white robe He was broad-faced
and bald-headed, and his eyes burned
beneath his shaggy eyebrows like
two Goals in ashes. He supported
himself on a stan Of cedar-wood, grip
ping it with hands that for thinness
were Ike to those Of mummy. For
while he considered US both as though
were reading our souls. then said in a
! and ioVial voice:
'Greeting, Prince"
Seti turned, looked at him, and an
cred;
Greeting, BakenkhOnsu. How comes il
at you are still alive? When we parted
Thebes ! made sure
That on your return you would ind me
my tomb. Not so, Prince, it Is who
all live to look upon you in your tomb;
S, and on others who are yet to sit in
3 seat of Pharaoh. Why not? Hot no!
by not, seeing that l am but a hundred
d seven, / who remembered the first
meses and have played with his grand
d, your grandsire, as a boy? Why should
ot live. Prince. to nurse your grandson
the gods should grant you one who as
have neither wife nor child?''
Because you will get tired of life
kenkhonsu, as I am already, and the
is will not be able to spare you much
lger."
The gods can endure yet a while with
me, Prince, when so many are flock
: to their table. Indeed, it is their desire
1t one good priest should be left in
ypt. XII the Magician told me so only
s morning. He had it straight from
aven in dream last night"
Why have you been to visit KIP" asked
ii, looking at him sharply. Il should
We thought that being both Of a trade
i would have hated each other"
Not so, Prince. On the contrary. we
eek and interpret each others visions.
h which we are both of US much
ubled just now. Is that young man a
ibe from Memphis?"
Yes, and my friend His grandsire was
ntaur the poet"
Indeed. / knew Pentaur well. often
he read me to sleep with his long
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