with its colossi--the hugest in Thebes--to the House of Seti, and to the temple of Hatasu.

There lay the long workshops of the embalmers and closely-packed homes of the inhabitants of the City of the Dead.

In the farthest west rose the Libyan mountains with their innumerable graves, and the valley of the kings' tombs took a wide curve behind, concealed by a spur of the hills.
The two women looked in silence towards the west.

The sun was near the horizon--now it touched it, now it sank behind the hills; and as the heavens flushed with hues like living gold, blazing rubies, and liquid garnet and amethyst, the evening chant rang out from all the temples, and the friends sank on their knees, hid their faces in the bower-rose garlands that clung to the trellis, and prayed with full hearts.
When they rose night was spreading over the landscape, for the twilight is short in Thebes.

Here and there a rosy cloud fluttered across the darkening sky, and faded gradually as the evening star appeared.
"I am content," said Bent-Anat.