All eyes were fixed on Ani, who had sacrificed before all the people to the sacred heart, and received the high-priest's blessing.
Pentaur, too, had ended his discourse when Bent-Anat reached the scene of the festival.

She heard an old man say to his son: "Life is hard.

It often seems to me like a heavy burden laid on our poor backs by the cruel Gods; but when I heard the young priest from the House of Seti, I felt that, after all, the Immortals are good, and we have much to thank them for." In another place a priest's wife said to her son: "Could you see Pentaur well, Hor-Uza?
He is of humble birth, but he stands above the greatest in genius and gifts, and will rise to high things." Two girls were speaking together, and one said to the other: "The speaker is the handsomest man I ever saw, and his voice sounds like soft music." "And how his eyes shone when he spoke of truth as the highest of all virtues!" replied the other.

"All the Gods, I believe, must dwell in him." Bent-Anat colored as these words fell on her ear.

It was growing dark, and she wished to return home but Rameri wished to follow the procession as it marched through the western valley by torch-light, so that the grave of his grandfather Seti should also be visited.