"I will at him
again when he is better," he told himself, "and we will bury the
exquisite sacrilege."
There was an animated group of Hebrew children at the Nile drawing
water, and among them was a golden-haired maiden. Hotep had but to
glance at her to know that he looked on the glorious model of the pale
divinity on the hill above. At the sound of their approach through the
grain, she looked up. As she caught sight of Kenkenes, she started and
flushed quickly and as quickly the color fled.
Since she was near the boat, Kenkenes stood close beside her for a
moment while he pushed the bari into the water.
"Gods! What a noble pair!" Hotep ejaculated under his breath. But he
saw Kenkenes bend near the Israelite, as if to make his final plea; a
spasm of anguish contracted her white face, and she turned her head
away. The incident, so eloquent to Rachel and Kenkenes, had been so
swift and subtile in its enactment, that only the quick eye of Hotep
detected it. Again he called on the gods in exclamation:
"She is saner than he!"
On the way back to Memphis he maintained a thoughtful silence. Since
he had seen Rachel, he began to understand the love of Kenkenes for her.
CHAPTER XVII
THE SON OF THE MURKET
March and April had passed and now it was the first of May.
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