"
"Rather hath his ascent been slower than his deserts. How had the Rebu
war ended had it not been for Har-hat? He is a great warrior, hath won
honor for Egypt and for Meneptah. The army would follow him into the
jaws of Tuat,[4] and Rameses, the heir, need never take up arms, so
long as Har-hat commands the legions of Egypt. But how the warrior
will serve as minister is yet to be seen."
"Who succeeds him over Bubastis?"
"Merenra, another of the war-tried generals. He hath been commander
over Pa-Ramesu. Atsu takes his place over the Israelites."
"Atsu?" Kenkenes mused. "I know him not."
"He is a captain of chariots, and won much distinction during the Rebu
invasion. He is a native of Mendes."
Left alone, Kenkenes crossed the court to the door his father had
entered and emerged later in a street dress of mantle and close-fitting
coif. He took up the wallet and quitted the room. Passing through the
intramural park and the chamber of guests, he entered the street. It
was a narrow, featureless passage, scarcely wide enough to give room
for a chariot. The brown dust had more prints of naked than of
sandaled feet, for most men of the young sculptor's rank went abroad in
chariots.
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