Your father was so sweet-tempered, and kind to everybody." "Perhaps they are kind to me ?" retorted Paaker with a short laugh.

"Even the Immortals spite me, and throw thorns in my path.

But I will push them aside with my own hand, and will attain what I desire without the help of the Gods and overthrow all that oppose me." "We cannot blow away a feather without the help of the Immortals," answered Setchem.

"So your father used to say, who was a very different man both in body and mind from you! I tremble before you this evening, and at the curses you have uttered against the children of your lord and sovereign, your father's best friend." "But my enemy," shouted Paaker.

"You will get nothing from me but curses.
And the brood of Rameses shall learn whether your husband's son will let himself be ill-used and scorned without revenging him self.