This mighty crown is too heavy for me to bear alone.

Daughter, you must share its weight." So the young Neter-Tua became a queen, and great was the ceremony of her coronation.

The high priests and priestesses, clothed in the robes and symbols of their gods and goddesses, addressed speeches to her and blessed her in their names, giving her every good gift and promising to her eternal life.

Princes and nobles made her offerings; foreign chiefs and kings bowed before her by their ambassadors.

The Counts and headmen of the Two Lands swore allegiance to her, and, finally, in the presence of all the Court, Pharaoh himself set the double crown upon her brow and gave her her throne-names of "Glorious in Ra and Hathor Strong in Beauty." So for a while Tua sat splendid on her golden seat while the people adored her, but in that triumphant hour her eyes searched for one face only, that of the tall and gallant captain, Rames, her foster-brother, and for a moment rested there content.