"Let it be reserved
for the high-priest of Osiris, that Holy One whom, after Ptah, we
worship here above all other deities, for he is clothed with the majesty
of the god of death."
"Of death," said Tua. "Is that why you put him by my father?"
"Indeed not," replied Abi, spreading out his hands, "though if a choice
must be made, I would rather that he sat near one who is old and must
soon be called the 'ever-living,' than at the side of the loveliest
queen that Egypt has ever seen, to whom it is said that Amen himself has
sworn a long life," and again he bowed.
"You mean that you think Pharaoh will soon die. Nay, deny it not,
Prince Abi, I can read your thoughts, and they are ill-omened," said Tua
sharply and, turning her head away, began to watch those about her.
Soon she noticed that behind Abi amongst his other officers stood a
tall, grizzled man clad in the robes and cap of an astrologer, who
appeared to be studying everything, and especially Pharaoh and herself,
for whenever she looked round it was to find his quick, black eyes fixed
upon her.
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