What has it not brought forth for us! It has restored to me you two friends, whom I regarded as lost to me, and has given me in Pentaur another son." A low whistle sounded through the night air; it was Katuti's last signal.
Paaker blew up the tinder, laid it in the bole under the parapet, and then, unmindful of his own danger, raised himself to listen for any further words.
"I entreat thee," said the Regent, approaching Rameses, "to excuse me.

I fully appreciate thy favors, but the labors of the last few days have been too much for me; I can hardly stand on my feet, and the guard of honor--" "Mena will watch," said the king.

"Sleep in all security, cousin.

I will have it known to all men that I have put away from me all distrust of you.

Give the my night-robe, Mena.