The next morning, a few hours after sunrise, there was a bustle in front of my cave; a maid, evidently belonging to a noble house, was calling me.

Her mistress, she said, had come with her to visit the tomb of her fathers, and there had been taken ill, and had given birth to a child.
Her mistress was lying senseless--I must go at once, and help her.

I took the little six-toed brat in my cloak, told my slavegirl to follow me with water, and soon found myself--as thou canst guess--at the tomb of Assa's ancestors.

The poor woman, who lay there in convulsions, was his daughter-in-law Setchem.

The baby, a boy, was as sound as a nut, but she was evidently in great danger.