"Oh yes!" cried Rameri with eager certainty.
"And he is-- ?" asked Katuti.
"Pentaur, the poet," exclaimed the youth.

Bent-Anat's face glowed with scarlet color, while her, brother went on to explain.
"He is noble and of a lofty soul, and all the Gods dwell in him when he speaks.

Formerly we used to go to sleep in the lecture-hall; but his words carry us away, and if we do not take in the full meaning of his thoughts, yet we feel that they are genuine and noble." Bent-Anat breathed quicker at these words, and her eyes hung on the boy's lips.
"You know him, Bent-Anat," continued Rameri.

"He was with you at the paraschites' house, and in the temple-court when Ameni pronounced you unclean.

He is as tall and handsome as the God Mentli, and I feel that he is one of those whom we can never forget when once we have seen them.
Yesterday, after you had left the temple, he spoke as he never spoke before; he poured fire into our souls.