Atsu halted him with an iron hand, and Deborah
paused to see no more. With a prayer she ran up the valley the way
Rachel had taken.
CHAPTER XIX
IN THE DESERT
In the early morning of the next day after the rout at Senci's,
Kenkenes wandered restlessly about the inner court of his father's
house. He had slept but little the preceding night, and now, dizzy and
irritable, the freshness of the morning did not invigorate him and the
haunting perplexities were with him still.
There was no need of haste to the Arabian hills and yet he could not
wait patiently in Memphis for an appropriate hour to visit Masaarah.
He paced hither and thither, flung himself on the benches in the shade,
only to rise and resume his uneasy walk. Anubis was omnipresent and
particularly ungovernable. If his young master were in motion he
vibrated and oscillated like a shuttle. If Kenkenes sat, he paced the
tessellated pavement slowly and with a foot-fall lighter than a birds.
The sculptor eyed him understandingly, and finally arose.
"Come, Anubis! Tit, tit, tit!" he called, backing toward the
work-room. Anubis bounded after him, but as Kenkenes paused just over
the threshold, the ape also halted. His master retreated to the rear
of the room still calling, but to the ape there was something
portentous familiar in this proceeding.
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