"Read this despatch." Katuti took the roll from his hand, read it through, and then returned it.
"The troops you equipped have conquered the allied armies of the Ethiopians," she said gravely, "and are bringing their prince in fetters to Thebes, with endless treasure, and ten thousand prisoners! The Gods be praised!" "And above all things I thank the Gods that my general Scheschenk--my foster-brother and friend--is returning well and unwounded from the war.
I think, Katuti, that the figures in our dreams are this day taking forms of flesh and blood!" "They are growing to the stature of heroes!" cried the widow.

"And you yourself, my lord, have been stirred by the breath of the Divinity.

You walk like the worthy son of Ra, the Courage of Menth beams in your eyes, and you smile like the victorious Horus." "Patience, patience my friend," said Ani, moderating the eagerness of the widow; "now, more than ever, we must cling to my principle of over-estimating the strength of our opponents, and underrating our own.
Nothing has succeeded on which I had counted, and on the contrary many things have justified my fears that they would fail.

The beginning of the end is hardly dawning on us." "But successes, like misfortunes, never come singly," replied Katuti.
"I agree with you," said Ani.

"The events of life seem to me to fall in groups.