"Your proof," he demanded.
"Both the hour and need of my proof are past. Already art thou
convicted." Kenkenes indicated the king and the ministers behind him.
The fan-bearer followed the motion of the arm and for the first time
met the gaze of the angry group.
Kenkenes had not ventured blindly, nor dared without deep and shrewd
thought. When the artist-soul can feel the fiercer passions it has the
capacity to work them out in action. Kenkenes, having been wronged,
grew vengeful, and therefore had it within him to aspire to vengeance.
He knew his handicap, but had estimated well his strength. With
calmness and deliberation he had studied conditions, assembled all
contingencies and fortified himself against them, gathered hypotheses,
summarized his evidence and brought about that which he had planned to
accomplish--the destruction of Har-hat's rule over Meneptah.
Har-hat was alone. Before him were all the powers of the land arrayed
against him. Behind him in Tanis was Seti, the heir, who hated him,
and the queen who had turned her back upon him. He had not seen the
need of friends during the days of his supremacy over Meneptah. Now,
not all his denials, eloquence, subtleties could establish him again in
the faith of the frightened king.
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