Ani asked for Bent-Anat's hand, and she--now that I love you, Uarda, I understand what ails her.

Away with deceit! I will tell you no more lies, Uarda.

I am no page of honor to Bent-Anat; I am her brother, and king Rameses' own son.

Do not cover your face with your hands, Uarda, for if I had not seen your mother's jewel, and if I were not only a prince, but Horus himself, the son of Isis, I must have loved you, and would not have given you up.

But now other things have to be done besides lingering with you; now I will show you that I am a man, now that Pentaur is to be saved.