Must my aim be an unworthy one because it does not attract the noblest?
Not so.

Each feels himself made of better stuff than his companions in destiny, constitutes his own law, and fears to see the great expended in trifles; but I think otherwise; like a brook of ferruginous water from Lebanon, I mix with the great stream, and tinge it with my color." Thinking thus Ameni stood still.
Then he called to one of the so-called "holy fathers," his private secretary, and said: "Draw up at once a document, to be sent to all the priests'-colleges in the land.

Inform them that the daughter of Rameses has lapsed seriously from the law, and defiled herself, and direct that public--you hear me public--prayers shall be put up for her purification in every temple.
Lay the letter before me to be signed within in hour.

But no! Give me your reed and palette; I will myself draw up the instructions." The "holy father" gave him writing materials, and retired into the background.

Ameni muttered: "The King will do us some unheard-of violence! Well, this writing may be the first arrow in opposition to his lance.".