It is red certainly, but as thick as yours, Bent-Anat, and it must be delightful to unfasten it and stroke it." The ladies exchanged a glance of intelligence, and the princess said decidedly: "You will not go to the City of the Dead to-morrow, my little son!" "That we will see, my little mother!" He answered laughing; then he turned grave.
"I saw my school-friend Anana too," he said.

"Injustice reigns in the House of Seti! Pentaur is in prison, and yesterday evening they sat in judgment upon him.

My uncle was present, and would have pounced upon the poet, but Ameni took him under his protection.

What was finally decided, the pupils could not learn, but it must have been something bad, for the son of the Treasurer heard Ameni saying, after the sitting, to old Gagabu: 'Punishment he deserves, but I will not let him be overwhelmed;' and he can have meant no one but Pentaur.

To-morrow I will go over, and learn more; something frightful, I am afraid--several years of imprisonment is the least that will happen to him." Bent-Anat had turned very pale.
"And whatever they do to him," she cried, "he will suffer for my sake! Oh, ye omnipotent Gods, help him--help me, be merciful to us both!" She covered her face with her hands, and left the room.