I can not rid
myself of him on provocation as yet misty and indirect."
"Nay," he added after another pause, "he shall not die by hand of
mine." The prelate raised his head and met the eyes of the king.
After he read what lay therein, the dissatisfaction that had begun to
show on his ancient face faded.
The Pharaoh settled back into his seat and his brow cleared as if the
problem had been settled. But suddenly he sat up.
"What have I profited by this council? Shall I take the army or leave
it distributed over Egypt?" He stopped abruptly and turned to the
crown prince. "Help us, my Rameses," he said in a softer tone. "We
had well-nigh forgotten thee."
Rameses raised himself from the back of his cathedra, against which he
lounged, and moved a step forward.
"A word, my father," he said calmly. "Thy perplexity hath not been
untangled for thee, nor even a thread pulled which shall start it
raveling. The priesthood can kill Mesu," he said to Loi, "and it will
do them no hurt. And thou, my father, canst countenance it and seem no
worse than any other monarch that loved his throne. Thus ye will
decapitate the monster. But there be creatures in the desert which,
losing one head, grow another.
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