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Now it was Tua's turn to play the comforter.
"Surely," she said, "surely, my Foster-mother, you forget the promise of
Amen, King of the Gods, which he made ere I was born, to Ahura who bore
me, that I should find a royal lover, and that from his love and mine
should spring many kings and princes, and that this being so, Rames must
live."
"Why must he live, Lady, seeing that even if he can be called royal,
there are others?"
"Nay, Asti," murmured Tua, laying her head upon her breast, "for me
there are no others, nor shall any child of mine be born that does not
name Rames father. Whatever else is doubtful, this is sure. Therefore
Rames lives, and will live, or the King of the gods has lied."
"You reason well," said Asti, and kissed her. Then she thought for a
moment, and added: "Now to our work, it is the hour. Take the harp,
go to the window-place, and call as the beggar-man bade you do in your
need."
So Tua went to the window-place and looked down on the great courtyard
beneath that was lit with the light of the moon.
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