I do not blame you, for she who should have been the gardener did not heed--and would not heed--what was happening.

Look, Nefert, so long as I wore the lock of youth, I too did what I fancied--I never found any pleasure in dreaming, but in wild games with my brothers, in horses and in falconry; they often said I had the spirit of a boy, and indeed I would willingly have been a boy." "Not I--never!" said Nefert.
"You are just a rose--my dearest," said Bent-Anat.

"Well! when I was fifteen I was so discontented, so insubordinate and full of all sorts of wild behavior, so dissatisfied in spite of all the kindness and love that surrounded me--but I will tell you what happened.

It is four years ago, shortly before your wedding with Mena; my father called me to play draughts.
[At Medinet Habu a picture represents Rameses the Third, not Rameses the Second, playing at draughts with his daughter.] You know how certainly he could beat the most skilful antagonist; but that day his thoughts were wandering, and I won the game twice following.

Full of insolent delight, I jumped up and kissed his great handsome forehead, and cried 'The sublime God, the hero, under whose feet the strange nations writhe, to whom the priests and the people pray--is beaten by a girl!' He smiled gently, and answered 'The Lords of Heaven are often outdone by the Ladies, and Necheb, the lady of victory, is a woman.