Months before,
directly after the affliction of the Nile, the Israelites had been
returned to Goshen.
After the bari had passed below the stone wharf, Rachel covered herself
and neither spoke nor moved. Her heart was heavy beyond words.
Pepi broke the silence once.
"Shall we drop the ape first, my Lady?"
Rachel shook her head. Anubis was her last hold on Kenkenes.
At the Marsh of the Discontented Soul, the bari nosed among the reeds
and grounded gently. Rachel stood for a moment gazing sadly across the
stretch of sand toward the abrupt wall against which it terminated
inland. Pepi, already on shore, reached a patient hand toward her and
awaited her awakening. Anubis landed with a bound and made in a series
of wide circles for the cliff. His escape aroused Rachel and she
stepped out of the boat. After a moment's thought, she bade Pepi pull
away from the shore and await her at a safe distance.
"I shall stay no longer than to write my whereabouts on the tomb, but
thy boat here may attract the attention of others on the river, and
hereafter they might ask what thou didst in this place. And I am not
afraid."
The slow Egyptian obeyed reluctantly, shaking his head as he stood away
from shore.
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