Follow my advice, and let me find you a wife worthy of you." "Not now!" exclaimed Paaker impatiently.

"In a few days I must go again into the enemy's country, and do not wish to leave my wife, like Mena, to lead the life of a widow during my existence.

Why urge it?
my brother's wife and children are with you--that might satisfy you." "The Gods know how I love them," answered Setchem; "but your brother Horns is the younger, and you the elder, to whom the inheritance belongs.

Your little niece is a delightful plaything, but in your son I should see at once the future stay of our race, the future head of the family; brought up to my mind and your father's; for all is sacred to me that my dead husband wished.

He rejoiced in your early betrothal to Nefert, and hoped that a son of his eldest son should continue the race of Assa." "It shall be by no fault of mine that any wish of his remains unfulfilled.