If Ani mounts the throne, we wilt guide him--you, and I, and she! Rameses must fall, and with him Mena, the boy who degraded my body and poisoned my soul!" During this speech the old woman had stood in silence opposite the dwarf.
Now she sat down on her rough wooden seat, and said, while she proceeded to pluck a lapwing: "Now I understand you; you wish to be revenged.

You hope to rise high, and I am to whet your knife, and hold the ladder for you.

Poor little man! there, sit down-drink a gulp of milk to cool you, and listen to my advice.

Katuti wants a great deal of money to escape dishonor.

She need only pick it up--it lies at her door." The dwarf looked at the witch in astonishment.
"The Mohar Paaker is her sister Setchem's son.