Nay,
I would to Osiris that the Pharaoh's intents were permanent."
Somewhat mollified, Mentu put away the detaining hand and went on with
his work. Presently the young man spoke again.
"I came to speak further of the signet," he said.
"Aye, but what signet, Kenkenes?"
"The signet of the Incomparable Pharaoh."
"What! after three years?"
"The sanctuary of the tomb is never entered and it is more than worth
the Journey to Tape[2] to search for the scarab again."
"But you would search in vain," the sculptor declared. "Rameses has
reclaimed his own."
Kenkenes shifted his position and protested.
"But we made no great search for it. How may we know of a surety if it
be gone?"
"Because of thy sacrilege," was the prompt and forcible reply. "Osiris
with chin in hand and a look of mystification on his brow, pondering
over the misdeeds of a soul! Mystification on Osiris! And with that,
thou didst affront the sacred walls of the royal tomb and call it the
Judgment of the Dead. Not one law of the sculptor's ritual but thou
hadst broken, in the sacrilegious fresco. Gods! I marvel that the
rock did not crumble under the first bite of thy chisel!"
Mentu fell to his work again.
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