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You love me and I love you, for so it was decreed where souls
are made, and so it has been from the beginning and so it shall be to
the end. You, a gentleman of Egypt, love the Queen of Egypt, and she is
yours and no other man's. Such is the decree of him who caused us to
be born upon the same day, and to be nursed upon the same kind breast.
Well, after all, why not? If love brings death upon us, as well may
chance, at least the love will remain which is worth it all, and beyond
death there is something."
"Only this, Tua, I seek the woman not a throne, and alas! through me you
may be torn from your high place."
"The throne goes with the woman, Rames, they cannot be separated. But,
say, something comes over me; if that happened, if I were an outcast, a
wanderer, with nothing save this shape and soul of mine, and it were you
that sat upon a throne, would you still love me, Rames?"
"Why ask such questions?" he replied indignantly. "Moreover, your talk
is childish. What throne can I ever sit on?"
A change fell upon her at his words.


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