Not with gold, but with humility.

And whoever the daughter of Rameses approaches as her equal, bows before her, even if he were the first prince in the Land of Egypt.

Indeed, the Gods shall not forget this deed of Bent-Anat.

And you--forgive, if you desire to be forgiven that guilt, which you bear as an inheritance from your fathers, and for your own sins." The paraschites bowed his head at these words, and when he raised it the anger had vanished from his well-cut features.

He rubbed his wrist, which had been squeezed by Pentaur's iron fingers, and said in a tone which betrayed all the bitterness of his feelings: "Thy hand is hard, Priest, and thy words hit like the strokes of a hammer.