"Ah! grandfather has watered my pomegranate, I thought so! and there come my doves! give me some corn in my hand, grandmother.

How pleased they are." The graceful birds, with black rings round their reddish-grey necks, flew confidingly to her, and took the corn that she playfully laid between her lips.
Nebsecht looked on with astonishment at this pretty play.

He felt as if a new world had opened to him, and some new sense, hitherto unknown to him, had been revealed to him within his breast.

He silently sat down in front of the but, and drew the picture of a rose on the sand with a reed-stem that he picked up.
Perfect stillness was around him; the doves even had flown up, and settled on the roof.

Presently the dog barked, steps approached; Uarda lifted herself up and said: "Grandmother, it is the priest Pentaur." "Who told you ?" asked the old woman.
"I know it," answered the girl decidedly, and in a few moments a sonorous voice cried: "Good day to you.