"This to the king, and that to Snofru. The gods give thee safe journey,"
he continued to Kenkenes. "Who art thou, my son?"
"I am the son of Mentu, holy Father. My name is Kenkenes," the young man
answered.
"Mentu, the royal sculptor?"
Kenkenes bowed.
"Nay, but I am glad. I knew thy father, and since thou art of his blood,
thou art faithful. Let neither death nor fear overtake thee, for thou
hast the peace of Egypt in thy very hands. Fail not, I charge thee!"
After a reverent farewell, the two young men went forth.
A slender Egyptian youth went with them to the wharves and awakened the
sleeping crew of a bari.
Hotep they carried across and set ashore on the western side.
"May the same favoring god that brought thee hither, grant thee a safe
journey home, my friend. The court comes to Memphis shortly. Till then,
farewell," said Hotep.
"All Memphis will hail her illustrious son, O Hotep. Farewell."
It was not long until the sculptor was drifting down toward Memphis under
a starry sky--the shadowy temples of Thebes hidden by the sudden
closing-in of the river-hills about her.
[1] Set--the war-god.
[2] Athor--the Egyptian Venus; the feminine love-deity.
CHAPTER VII
ATHOR, THE GOLDEN
At sunrise the morning after his return from On, Kenkenes appeared at
the Nile, attended by a burden-bearing slave.
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