"
No humility, no cringing gratitude in this. Queen Hatasu, talking with
her favorite general, could not have commended him in a more queenly
way.
To Kenkenes it seemed that their positions had been reversed. He
craved to serve them and they suffered him.
"I shall go then to-night," he said simply.
"Nay, bide with us to-night, for thou art weary. There is no need for
such haste."
He opened his lips to protest, his objections manifesting themselves in
his manner. But she waved them aside.
"Thou hast the marks of hard usage upon thee," she said; "thou hast
slaved for us since midday, and now the night is far spent. Thine eyes
are heavy for sleep, thy face is weary. And before thee is a task
which will require thy keenest wit, thy steadiest hand. Thou owest it
to Rachel and to thyself to go forth with the eye of a hawk and the
strength of a young lion."
Because of Rachel's name in her argument he yielded and turned
immediately to the subject of their lonesome residence in the haunted
tomb. "If aught befall me," he said, "for I am in the unknowable hands
of the Hathors, disguise thyself and Rachel. If thou art skilled in
altering thou canst find pigment among the roots of the Nile.
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