He shall know everything when I see him; I know his noble and loving heart." Both were silent for some time; then Bent-Anat spoke: "Pray have lights brought, I want to finish my weaving." Nefert rose, went to the door of the tent, and there met Uarda; she seized Nefert's hand, and silently drew her out into the air.
"What is the matter, child?
you are trembling," Nefert exclaimed.
"My father is here," answered Uarda hastily.

"He is escorting some prisoners from the mines of Mafkat.

Among them there are two chained together, and one of them--do not be startled--one of them is the poet Pentaur.

Stop, for God's sake, stop, and hear me.

Twice before I have seen my father when he has been here with convicts.