He worshipped her.

He could not live without her.

He was ready to do her bidding in all things--to gather a band and slay Abi; it would be easy, for every man was jealous of the Prince, and thought him quite unworthy of her.

Let her give him her love, and he would make her sole Pharaoh of Egypt again, and be content to serve her as a slave.

At least let her say one kind word to him.
Thus he spoke, wildly, imploringly, like a man that is drunk with passion and knows not what he says or does, while Neter-Tua listened calmly, and now and again laughed that light, low laugh of hers.
At length he rose and strove to take her hand, but, still laughing, she waved him back, then said suddenly: "You slew Mermes when he was weak with wounds, did you not, and he was my foster-father.