"No
man uncovered so great a problem, alone, in a moment. How shall I find
God in an hour?"
"O had I the tongue of Miriam!" she exclaimed.
"Go not yet. Wilt thou give me up, after a single effort? Miriam
could not win me, nor all thy priests. I shall be led by thee alone.
A day longer--an hour--"
"But after the manner of man, thou wilt put off and wait and wait.
Thou art too able, Kenkenes, too full of power for aid of mine--"
"Rachel, if thou goest into Goshen--" he began passionately, but she
clutched him wildly, as if to hold him, though death itself dragged at
her fingers.
"Hide me!" she gasped in a terrified whisper. "The servant of Har-hat!"
At the mention of his enemy's name, Kenkenes turned swiftly about.
Two half-clad Nubians were at the river's edge, hauling up an elegant
passage boat. It was deep of draft and had many sets of oars.
Approaching over the sand, hesitatingly, and with timid glances toward
the tomb beyond, were four others. The foremost was the youth he had
seen in Thebes. The next wore a striped tunic. Fourth and last was
Unas.
"Now, by my soul," Kenkenes exclaimed aloud, "there is no more mystery
concerning the boy." He turned and took Rachel in his arms.
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