The priesthood of the temple of Amon, with old Bek en Chunsu at their head, escorted her to the harbor.

The people on the banks shouted Bent-Anat's name with a thousand blessings, but many insulting words were to be heard also.
The pilgrim's Nile-boat was followed by two others, full of soldiers, who accompanied the ladies "to protect them." The south-wind filled the sails, and carried the little procession swiftly down the stream.

The princess looked now towards the palace of her fathers, now towards the tombs and temples of the Necropolis.

At last even the colossus of Anienophis disappeared, and the last houses of Thebes.

The brave maiden sighed deeply, and tears rolled down her checks.
She felt as if she were flying after a lost battle, and yet not wholly discouraged, but hoping for future victory.