Her reply seemed to awaken a train of thought in the prince. He did
not respond immediately. He leaned his elbows on his knees, and
clasping his hands before him, thought a while. In the silence the
talk of the others was audible.
"The festivities of Memphis have lost two, since they lost one," Menes
mused.
"Give us thy meaning," Nechutes asked.
"Hast seen Hotep in Memphian revels since Kenkenes died?" the captain
asked, by way of answer.
Nechutes shook his head. "The gods have dealt heavily with Mentu," he
said after a little silence. "Not even the body of his son returned to
him for burial!"
Har-hat, who had been perched on the arm of Ta-meri's chair, broke in.
"Mayhap the young man is not dead," he surmised.
"All the Memphian nome hath been searched, my Lord," Menes protested.
"Aye, but these flighty geniuses are not to be measured by doings of
other men. Perhaps he hath gone to teach the singing girls at Abydos
or Tape."
"Ah, my Lord!" protested Ta-meri, horrified.
"Nay, now," Har-hat responded, bending over her. "I but give his
friends hope. To prove my sincerity I will wager my biggest diamond
against thy three brightest smiles that thou wilt hear of Kenkenes
again, alive and dreamy as ever, led into this strange absence by some
moonshine caprice.
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