She stopped and looked at him.
"Thou art he who found Jehovah in Egypt?" she asked.
He bowed in assent.
"Thy faith is entire," she commented. "Also, have I cause to remember
thee. Thou didst display a courteous spirit in Tape, a year agone."
"Thou hast repaid me with the flattery of thy remembrance, Lady
Miriam," he replied.
"Thy speech publishes thee as noble," she went on calmly. "Thy name?"
"Kenkenes, the son of Mentu, the murket."
Her lips parted suddenly and her eyes gleamed.
"See yonder tent," she said, indicating a pavilion of new cloth, reared
not far from the quarters of Moses. "Repair thither and await till I
send to thee."
Without pausing for an answer she swept on, her maidens following, damp
of brow and bright of eye.
Kenkenes turned toward the tent. A Hebrew at the entrance lifted the
side without a word and signed him to enter.
The interior was not yet fully furnished. A rug of Memphian weave
covered the sand and a taboret was placed in the center.
Presently the serving-man entered with a laver of sea-water, and an
Israelitish robe, fringed and bound at the selvage with blue. With the
despatch and adroitness of one long used to personal service, he
attended the young Egyptian, and dressed him in the stately garments of
his own people.
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