You live by your smallness, another makes his living with his hard hands, I earn my scanty bread by the thoughts of my brain.

Listen! when you have half won Paaker, and Ani shows himself inclined to make use of him, then say to him that I may know a secret--and I do know one, I alone--which may make the Mohar the sport of his wishes, and that I may be disposed to sell it." "That shall be done! certainly, mother," cried the dwarf.

"What do you wish for ?" "Very little," said the old woman.

"Only a permit that makes me free to do and to practise whatever I please, unmolested even by the priests, and to receive an honorable burial after my death." "The Regent will hardly agree to that; for he must avoid everything that may offend the servants of the Gods." "And do everything," retorted the old woman, "that can degrade Rameses in their sight.

Ani, do you hear, need not write me a new license, but only renew the old one granted to me by Rameses when I cured his favorite horse.