Listen now, for this is not in the decree or
in the letters," she added, bending towards him and whispering. "Egypt
has spies in Kesh, and, being industrious, I have read their reports.
The people there hate the upstart race that rules them, and the king,
who alone is left now that Amathel is dead, is old and half-witted, for
all that family drink too much. So if the worst comes to the worst, do
you think that you need be killed, you," she added meaningly, "who, if
the House of Amathel were not, would by descent be King of Kesh, as, if
I and my House were not, you might be Pharaoh of Egypt?"
Rames studied the floor for a little, then looked up and asked:
"What shall I do?"
"It seems that is for you to find out," replied Tua, in her turn
studying the ceiling. "Were I in your place, I think that, if driven to
it, _I_ should know what to do. One thing, however, I should _not_ do.
Whatever may be the judgment of the divine King of Kesh upon you, and
that can easily be guessed, I should not return to Egypt with my escort,
until I was quite sure of my welcome.
Pages:
114
115
116
117
118
119
120
121
122
123
124
125
126
127
128
129
130
131
132
133
134
135
136
137
138