Take this armlet that the king gave me; it is worth more than twenty horses." The steward examined the trinket, richly set with precious stones, and looked enquiringly at Katuti.

She shrugged her shoulders, nodded consent, and said-- "Abscha shall hold it as a pledge till Mena's booty arrives.

For a year your husband has sent nothing of importance." When the steward was gone, Nefert stretched herself again on her couch and said wearily: "I thought we were rich." "We might be," said Katuti bitterly; but as she perceived that Nefert's cheeks again were glowing, she said amiably, "Our high rank imposes great duties on us.

Princely blood flows in our veins, and the eyes of the people are turned on the wife of the most brilliant hero in the king's army.

They shall not say that she is neglected by her husband.