The official frowned and stroked his chin.
"This petitions the Pharaoh," he said at last. "I can not pass upon
it."
"Send me to my cell, then, and do thou follow," Kenkenes said. "I have
somewhat to tell thee."
"Take him to his cell," the official said to the men as he returned the
signet to the prisoner. "I shall attend him."
Kenkenes was led into a corridor, wide enough for three walking side by
side. There was no light therein, but the foremost of the four stooped
before what seemed a section of solid wall and after a little fumbling,
a massive door swung inward.
The chamber into which it led was wide enough for a pallet of straw
laid lengthwise, with passage room between it and the opposite wall.
The foot of the bed was within two feet of the door. Between the
stones, in the opposite end near the ceiling, was a crevice, little
wider than two palms. This noted, the interior of the cell has been
described.
The jailer entered after him, and let the door fall shut.
"I have but to crave a messenger of thee--a swift and a sure one--one
who can hold his peace and hath pride in his calling. I can offer all
he demands. And this, further. Keep his going a secret, for I am
beset and I would not have my rescue by the Pharaoh thwarted.
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