That mother always thinks of herself first, and of the objects she wishes to gain; but they hang high, and she treads down everything that is in her way--even her own child--to reach them.

She will contrive that Paaker shall be the ruin of Mena, as sure as I have ears to hear with, for that woman is capable of playing any tricks with her daughter, and would marry her to that lame dog yonder if it would advance her ambitious schemes." "But Nefert!" said Nemu.

"You should have seen her.

The dove became a lioness." "Because she loves Mena as much as her mother loves herself," answered Hekt.

"As the poets say, 'she is full of him.' It is really true of her, there is no room for any thing else.