That first, and the unraveling of this puzzle
thereafter."
CHAPTER XVIII
AT MASAARAH
Since the day Kenkenes had wounded her hand with the knife, Rachel had
seen him but twice in many weeks.
One mid-morning, the oxen were unyoked from the water-cart and led
ambling up to the pit where a monolith, too huge to be moved by men
alone, had been taken forth and was to be transferred to the Nile. The
bearers carried water directly from the river during this time, and it
was given Rachel to govern them in the departure from the routine.
Suddenly she became aware that some one approached through the grain,
and when she raised her head, she looked up into the face of Kenkenes.
It was Kenkenes, indeed, but Kenkenes in robes of rustling linen and
trappings of gold. Never had she seen so stately an Egyptian, nor any
so entitled to the name of nobleman. In quick succession she
experienced the moving sensations of surprise, pride in him, and
depression. The last fell on her with the instant recollection of
duty, when his face bent appealingly over hers. Trembling, she turned
away from him, and when she looked again, he was returning to Memphis.
Now, her days had ceased to be the dreamy lapses of time in which she
lived and walked.
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