CHAPTER XVII.
In the earliest glimmer of dawn the following clay, the physician Nebsecht having satisfied himself as to the state of the sick girl, left the paraschites' hut and made his way in deepest thought to the 'Terrace Temple of Hatasu, to find his friend Pentaur and compose the writing which he had promised to the old man.
As the sun arose in radiance he reached the sanctuary.

He expected to hear the morning song of the priests, but all was silent.

He knocked and the porter, still half-asleep, opened the door.
Nebsecht enquired for the chief of the Temple.

"He died in the night," said the man yawning.
"What do you say ?" cried the physician in sudden terror, "who is dead ?" "Our good old chief, Rui." Nebsecht breathed again, and asked for Pentaur.
"You belong to the House of Seti," said the doorkeeper, "and you do not know that he is deposed from his office?
The holy fathers have refused to celebrate the birth of Ra with him.

He sings for himself now, alone up on the watch-tower.