I can hold my head proudly, because in some degree I resemble my great father; and if the king thinks of me at all I know he can rejoice in the doings of his child.

That is the end of it, Nefert--and I only say, Come and join me, work with me, prove yourself of use, and compel Mena to think of his wife, not with affection only, but with pride." Nefert let her head sink slowly on Bent-Anat's bosom, threw her arms round her neck, and wept like a child.

At last she composed herself and said humbly: "Take me to school, and teach me to be useful." "I knew," said the princess smiling, "that you only needed a guiding hand.

Believe me, you will soon learn to couple content and longing.

But now hear this! At present go home to your mother, for it is late; and meet her lovingly, for that is the will of the Gods.