"Rachel, if my humiliation will satisfy thee even a little as vengeance
upon Egypt, do thou shame me into the dust if thou wilt."
"I do not understand thee," she said with dignity.
"Believe me. I would help thee in some wise, and alas! there is no
other way by deed or word that I could prove my sorrow."
Tears leaped into her eyes.
"Nay! Nay!" she exclaimed. "Thou dost wrong me, Kenkenes. What
wickedness were mine to make the one contrite, guiltless heart in Egypt
suffer for all the unrepentant and the wrong-doers of the land!"
Once again he took her hand and kissed it, because the act was more
eloquent than words at that moment.
"It is near sunset," she said softly, "give me leave to depart."
"Farewell, and the divine Mother attend thee."
She bowed and left him.
That night in the dim work-room Kenkenes brought forth upon papyrus a
face of Athor, so full of love and yearning that he knew his own heart
had given his fingers direction and inspiration. He sought no further.
To-morrow in the niche in the desert he would carve the want of his own
soul in the countenance of the goddess.
CHAPTER XV
THE GODS OF EGYPT
It was Kenkenes' first love and so was most rapturous, but it did not
cast a glamour over the stern perplexities that it entailed.
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