He had risked his life to climb the wall. He worshipped her. He could
not live without her. He was ready to do her bidding in all things--to
gather a band and slay Abi; it would be easy, for every man was jealous
of the Prince, and thought him quite unworthy of her. Let her give him
her love, and he would make her sole Pharaoh of Egypt again, and be
content to serve her as a slave. At least let her say one kind word to
him.
Thus he spoke, wildly, imploringly, like a man that is drunk with
passion and knows not what he says or does, while Neter-Tua listened
calmly, and now and again laughed that light, low laugh of hers.
At length he rose and strove to take her hand, but, still laughing, she
waved him back, then said suddenly:
"You slew Mermes when he was weak with wounds, did you not, and he was
my foster-father. Well, well, it was done in war, and you must be
a brave man, as brave as you are handsome, for otherwise you would
scarcely have ventured here where a word of mine would give you to your
death.
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