"Only a permit that makes me free to do and to practise whatever I please, unmolested even by the priests, and to receive an honorable burial after my death." "The Regent will hardly agree to that; for he must avoid everything that may offend the servants of the Gods." "And do everything," retorted the old woman, "that can degrade Rameses in their sight.

Ani, do you hear, need not write me a new license, but only renew the old one granted to me by Rameses when I cured his favorite horse.

They burnt it with my other possessions, when they plundered my house, and denounced me and my belongings for sorcery.

The permit of Rameses is what I want, nothing more." "You shall have it," said the dwarf.

"Good-by; I am charged to look into the tomb of our house, and see whether the offerings for the dead are regularly set out; to pour out fresh essences and have various things renewed.