" Again he kissed her, holding her in spite of her
efforts to get away.
"There! carry thy hate of me only to the edge of sleep and dream
sweetly of me."
He released her and continued down the hall.
As he turned out of the smaller passage into the larger corridor,
Ta-user stepped forth from the shadow of a pillar. The huge column
dwarfed her into tininess. The hall was but dimly lighted by a single
lamp and that flared above her head.
Rameses paused, for she stood in his path.
"Not yet gone to thy rest?" he asked.
"Rest!" she said scornfully. "Gone to a night-long frenzy of
relentless consciousness--weary tossing, wasted prayers. I have not
rested since I left the Hak-heb."
Her voice sounded hollow in the great empty hall.
"So? Thou art ready for the care of the physicians by this, then, O my
Sister."
"I am not thy sister."
"What! Hast quarreled with the gentle Seti?"
"Rameses, do not mock me. Seti does not even stir my pulses. He could
not rob me of my peace."
"What temperate love! Mine makes my temples crack and fills mine hours
with sweet distress."
Ta-user looked at him for a moment, then raising her hands, caught the
folds of his robe over his breast.
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