"
By this time Kenkenes was on his feet.
"A miscarriage of a priest's letter," he repeated slowly.
The artist nodded.
After the silence the young man spoke again:
"And thou believest truly that because of this letter--because of this
Israelite's grievance against the powers of Egypt, we shall have
uprising and serious trouble among our bond-people?"
"I have said," Mentu answered, raising his head as though surprised at
the earnestness in his son's voice. Kenkenes did not meet his father's
eyes. He turned on his heel and left the work-room.
Had the spiteful Seven, the Hathors, used him as a tool whereby
mischief should be wrought between the nation and her slaves?
[1] The Fayum.
CHAPTER XII
CANAAN
When the imperative necessity of harmonious expression became apparent,
the young artist laid aside his chisel and mallet, and the Arabian
desert knew his footsteps no more for many days after the rough-hewing
of Athor's face. Instead, he mingled with the people of Memphis in
quest of the expression. The pursuit became fascinating and
all-absorbing. With the most deliberate calculation, he studied the
faces of the betrothed and of newly wedded wives, and finding too much
of content therein, he sought out the unelect for study.
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