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Still, Abi, you have not told us all of them. You have
not told us, for instance," he went on slowly, and in the midst of an
intense silence, "that but last night you debated whether it would not
be possible with that guard of yours to break into my palace and put me
to the sword and name yourself Pharaoh--by right of blood, Abi; yes, by
right of blood--my blood shed by you, my brother."
As these words left the royal lips a tumult arose in the hall, the women
and the great officers sprang up, the captains stepped forward drawing
their swords to avenge so horrible a sacrilege. But Pharaoh waved his
sceptre, and they were still, only Abi cried in a great voice.
"Who has dared to whisper a lie so monstrous?" And he glared first at
Kaku and then at the captain of his guard who stood behind him, and
choked in wrath, or fear, or both.
"Suspect not your officers, Prince," went on the Pharaoh, still smiling,
"for on my royal word they are innocent. Yet, Abi, a pavilion set upon
the deck of a ship is no good place to plot the death of kings.


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