Meneptah was on his feet, almost in tears
at the contemplation of his pictured greatness.
"Mark ye!" the prince began again. His arm shot out and fell and the
flash of its jewels made it look like a bolt of lightning. "I would
not fall heir to Israel--and if these things are done in thy lifetime I
must build my monuments with prisoners of war!"
The old hierarch, who had been nervously rubbing the arm of his chair
during the last of the prince's speech, broke the dead silence with an
awed whisper.
"Ah, then spake the Incomparable Pharaoh!"
Meneptah put out his hand, smiling.
"No more. The way is shown, I follow, O my Rameses!"
[1] Osiris--the great god of Egypt, was overcome by Set, his body
divided and scattered over the valley of the Nile. Isis, wife of
Osiris, gathered up the remains and buried them at This or Abydos.
[2] Murket--the royal architect, an exalted office usually held by
princes of the realm.
CHAPTER VI
THE LADY MIRIAM
Meanwhile the scribe of the "double house of life," and the son of the
royal sculptor were taking comfort on the palace-top beneath the subdued
light of a hooded lamp.
The pair had spoken of all Memphis and its gossip; had given account of
themselves and had caught up with the present time in the succession of
events.
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