I am poor, alas! and cannot reward you, but the princess will thank your father as a princess should.

Be watchful, Salich!" The girl vanished, and went to the drivers of the gang of prisoners, wished them a merry and pleasant evening, and then hastened back to Bent-Anat, who anxiously stroked her abundant hair, and asked her why she was so pale.
"Lie down," said the princess kindly, "you are feverish.

Only look, Nefert, I can see the blood coursing through the blue veins in her forehead." Meanwhile the drivers drank, praised the royal wine, and the lucky day on which they drank it; and when Uarda's father suggested that the prisoners too should have a mouthful one of his fellow soldiers cried: "Aye, let the poor beasts be jolly too for once." The red-beard filled a large beaker, and offered it first to a forger and his fettered companion, then he approached Pentaur, and whispered: "Do not drink any-keep awake!" As he was going to warn the physician too, one of his companions came between them, and offering his tankard to Nebsecht said: "Here mumbler, drink; see him pull! His stuttering mouth is spry enough for drinking!".