"The sarcophagus is plain. There is no inscription within yonder
crypt, for I have this moment looked. But let me examine this writing
here by the door."
After a while he spoke again. "The name is not given. It says only
this:
'The Spouse to Potiphar,
Captain of the Royal Guard to
Apepa, Child of the Sun,
In the Twelfth Year of Whose Luminous Reign
She Died.
Rejected by the Forty-two at On, because of
Unchastity,
She Lies Here,
Until Admitted to the Divine Pardon of Osiris.'"
"Aye, I know," Deborah responded. "It is history to the glory of a son
of Abraham. Him, who brought our people here, she would have tempted,
but he would have none of her. Therefore she bore false witness
against him and he was thrust into prison.
"But the God of Israel does not suffer for ever His chosen to be
unjustly served, and he was finally exalted over Upper and Lower
Mizraim. And honor and long life and a perfumed memory are his, and
she--lo! she hath done one good thing. Her house hath become a shelter
for the oppressed and for that may she find peace at last."
Kenkenes looked at the old woman with admiring eyes.
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