Then he repeated what he had heard while listening outside of her tent, and her glance confirmed the tale.
When he finally spoke of the wife of the viceroy and chief-priest Bai, whose body had been borne to the shore with her, Kasana interrupted him with the low exclamation: "She planned it all.

Her husband was to be the greatest man in the country and rule even Pharaoh; for Siptah is not the son of a king." "And," the old man interrupted, to quiet her and help her tell what she desired to say, "as Bai raised, he can overthrow him.

He will become, even more certainly than the dethroned monarch, the tool of the man who made him king.

But I know Aarsu the Syrian, and if I see aright, the time will come when he will himself strive, in distracted Egypt, rent by internal disturbances, for the power which, through his mercenaries, he aided others to grasp.

But child, what induced you to follow the army and this shameful profligate ?" The dying girl's eyes sparkled, for the question brought her directly to what she desired to tell, and she answered as loudly and quickly as her weakness permitted: "I did it for your son's sake, for love of him, to liberate Hosea.