"If my father were here how willingly I would go too." "Come with me," cried the boy.

"We can easily find a disguise for you too." "Folly!" said Bent-Anat; but she looked enquiringly at Nefert, who shrugged her shoulders, as much as to say: "Your will is my law." Rameri was too sharp for the glances of the friends to have escaped him, and he exclaimed eagerly: "You will come with me, I see you will! Every beggar to-day flings his flower into the common grave, which contains the black mummy of his father--and shall the daughter of Rameses, and the wife of the chief charioteer, be excluded from bringing garlands to their dead ?" "I shall defile the tomb by my presence," said Bent-Anat coloring.
"You--you!" exclaimed Rameri, throwing his arms round his sister's neck, and kissing her.

"You, a noble generous creature, who live only to ease sorrow and to wipe away tears; you, the very image of my father--unclean! sooner would I believe that the swans down there are as black as crows, and the rose-wreaths on the balcony rank hemlock branches.

Bek-en-Chunsu pronounced you clean, and if Ameni--" "Ameni only exercises his rights," said Bent-Anat gently, "and you know what we have resolved.

I will not hear one hard word about him to-day." "Very well! he has graciously and mercifully kept us from the feast," said Rameri ironically, and he bowed low in the direction of the Necropolis, "and you are unclean.