Farewell, Uarda, and think of me!" He would have hurried off, but Scherau held him by the robe, and said timidly: Thou sayst thou art Rameses' son.

Hekt spoke of him too.

She compared him to our moulting hawk." "She shall soon feel the talons of the royal eagle," cried Rameri.

"Once more, farewell!" He gave Uarda his hand, she pressed it passionately to her lips, but he drew it away, kissed her forehead, and was gone.
The maiden looked after him pale and speechless.

She saw another man hastening towards her, and recognizing him as her father, she went quickly to meet him.