I brought up my child--I guarded her jealously--for the young hero who was absent, proving his valor in Syria--for you and for you only.

Then your father died, my sole stay and protector." "I know it all!" interrupted Paaker looking gloomily at the floor.
"Who should have told you ?" said the widow.

"For your mother, when that had happened which seemed incredible, forbid us her house, and shut her ears.

The king himself urged Mena's suit, for he loves him as his own son, and when I represented your prior claim he commanded;--and who may resist the commands of the sovereign of two worlds, the Son of Ra?
Kings have short memories; how often did your father hazard his life for him, how many wounds had he received in his service.

For your father's sake he might have spared you such an affront, and such pain." "And have I myself served him, or not ?" asked the pioneer flushing darkly.
"He knows you less," returned Katuti apologetically.