But the humbler folk, all unlearned in the art of assumption, had not
reached that nice point of culture, and lingered to see the last
foot-soldier pass.
Kenkenes, urged by his mission, was departing with the rich and lofty,
when his attention was attracted by the chief leading the section of
royal scribes now passing. His was a compact, plump figure, amply
robed in sheeny linen, and he balanced himself skilfully in his light
shell of a chariot, which bumped over the uneven pavement. He was not
a brilliant mark in the long parade, but something other than his mere
appearance made him conspicuous. Behind him, walking at a respectful
distance, was his corps of subordinates--all mature, many of them aged,
but the years of their chief were fewer than those of the youngest
among them. From the center of the crowd his face appeared boyish, and
the multitude hailed him with delight. But the crown prince himself
was not more unmoved by their acclaim. His silent dignity,
misunderstood, brought forth howls of genuine pleasure, and groups of
young noblemen, out of the great college of Seti I, saluted him by
name, adding thereto exalted titles in good-natured derision.
"Hotep!" ejaculated Kenkenes aloud, catching the name from the lips of
the students.
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