And it would be a form of madness which I do not believe in, that Nefert should still care for her braggart husband.

She thinks as much of thee as of him." Paaker looked at the dwarf half incredulous and half threatening.
"Ay--of thee," repeated Nemu.

"Since our excursion to the Necropolis the day before yesterday it was--she speaks only of thee, praising thy ability, and thy strong manly spirit.

It is as if some charm obliged her to think of thee." The pioneer began to walk so fast that his small companion once more had to ask him to moderate his steps.
They gained the shore in silence, where Paaker's boat was waiting, which also conveyed his chariot.

He lay down in the little cabin, called the dwarf to him, and said: "I am Katuti's nearest relative; we are now reconciled; why does she not turn to me in her difficulty ?" "Because she is proud, and thy blood flows in her veins.