Perchance it is true that some blood that is not human runs in me; at
least I fulfil a doom laid on me before my birth, and working woe or
working weal, I go as my feet are led by ghosts and gods. Why, then, do
you upbraid me?" and she ceased and wept outright.
"Nay, nay, be comforted, I upbraid you not," answered Asti, drawing her
to her breast. "Who am I that I should cast reproaches at Amen's Star
and daughter and my Queen? I know well that the house of your fate is
built, that sail you up stream or sail you down stream, you must pass
its gate at last. It was fear for Rames that made me speak so bitterly,
Rames my only child, if, indeed, he is left to me, for I who have so
much wisdom cannot learn from man or spirit whether he lives here or
with Osiris, since some black veil hangs between our souls. I fear lest
the gods, grown jealous of that high love of yours, should wreak their
wrath upon him who has dared to win it, and bring Rames to the grave
before his time, and the thought of it rends my heart.
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