Are you not ashamed of yourself, old boy?
Your eyes are wet, and the drops here on your hands have not fallen from the clouds.

You who are seventeen, and in a few months will be a scribe and a grown man!" Anana looked at the prince, dried his eyes quickly; and said: "I was the ring-leader.

Ameni will turn me out of the place, and I must return disgraced to my poor mother, who has no one in the world but me." "Poor fellow!" said Rameri kindly.

"It was striking at random! If only our attempt had done Pentaur any good!" "We have done him harm, on the contrary," said Anana vehemently, "and have behaved like fools!" Rameri nodded in full assent, looked thoughtful for a moment, and then said: "Do you know, Anana, that you were not the ringleader?
The trick was planned in this crazy brain; I take the whole blame on my own shoulders.
I am the son of Rameses, and Ameni will be less hard on me than on you." "He will examine us all," replied Anana, "and I will be punished sooner than tell a lie." Rameri colored.
"Have you ever known my tongue sin against the lovely daughter of Ra ?" he exclaimed.

"But look here! did I stir up Antef, Hapi, Sent and all the others or no?
Who but I advised you to find out Pentaur?
Did I threaten to beg my father to take me from the school of Seti or not?
I was the instigator of the mischief, I pulled the wires, and if we are questioned let me speak first.