What she asked of him I surmise. It could not have been other than a
prayer to him, to fulfil what was expected of him concerning her. Thou
knowest the breach between the Pharaoh and his brother, Amon-meses, is
but feebly bridged till Rameses shall heal the wound in marriage with
Ta-user. His failure, added to the vehement contempt he displayed for
her last night, shall make that breach ten times as deep and ever
receding, so there can be no healing of it."
Har-hat flung his head back and laughed heartily.
"Thou timid child! frightened with the ravings of a discarded wanton.
She and her following of churls can do nothing against the Son of Ptah.
The moles in the necropolis are richer than they. None of loyal Egypt
will espouse their cause, and without money how shall they get them
mercenaries? Nay, why vex thee with matters of state? All that is
required of thee is thy heart for Rameses, no more."
"Judge not for Rameses, I pray thee," she insisted, coming near him.
"Knowing that I love him not, perchance he might be gentler with
Ta-user did he see his peril."
Again Har-hat laughed.
"I am not blind, O little reluctant," he said. "I know the secret
spring of thy concern for Egypt--for Ta-user--for Rameses.
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