All was dim 'and chaotic in his mind, his love merged in his hatred; only one thing was clear and unclouded by doubt, and that was his strong conviction that Nefert would be his.
The Gods indeed were in deep disgrace with him.

How much he had expended upon them--and with what a grudging hand they had rewarded him; he knew of but one indemnification for his wasted life, and in that he believed so firmly that he counted on it as if it were capital which he had invested in sound securities.

But at this moment his resentful feelings embittered the sweet dream of hope, and he strove in vain for calmness and clear-sightedness; when such cross-roads as these met, no amulet, no divining rod could guide him; here he must think for himself, and beat his own road before he could walk in it; and yet he could think out no plan, and arrive at no decision.
He grasped his burning forehead in his hands, and started from his brooding reverie, to remember where he was, to recall his conversation with the mother of the woman he loved, and her saying that she was capable of guiding men.
"She perhaps may be able to think for me," he muttered to himself.
"Action suits me better." He slowly went up to her and said: "So it is settled then--we are confederates." "Against Rameses, and for Ani," she replied, giving him her slender hand.
"In a few days I start for Syria, meanwhile you can make up your mind what commissions you have to give me.

The money for your son shall be conveyed to you to-day before sunset.

May I not pay my respects to Nefert ?" "Not now, she is praying in the temple." "But to-morrow ?" "Willingly, my dear friend.