Prefer your request to her," he said.
So Abi turned to the Queen, and laying his hands upon his heart, bowed, ogled, and began: "A burning love of your most excellent Majesty moves me----" "I pray you, my Uncle," interrupted Tua, "correct your words, which should begin 'A burning love of your most excellent Majesty's throne and power move me,' and so on." Now Abi frowned while everyone else smiled, not excepting Pharaoh and the astrologer, Kaku.

Again he began his speech, but so confusedly that presently Tua stopped him for the second time, saying: "I am not deaf, most noble prince, my Uncle.

I heard the words you used to Pharaoh, and even understood their import.

In fact, I have already consulted our councillor here, a learned master of the law, as to the legality of such an alliance as you propose, and he gives his judgment against it." Now Abi glared at the Councillor, a humble, dusty old man who spent all his life among rolls and chronicles.
"May it please your Majesty," this lawyer exclaimed in a thin agitated voice, "I only said there was no record of such a marriage that I can remember, though once I think a queen adopted a nephew, who afterwards became Pharaoh." "It is the same thing, Friend," replied Tua sweetly, "for that of which there is no record in the long history of Egypt must of necessity be illegal.

Still, if my uncle here wishes to adopt me, I thank him, though his lawful heirs may not, and the matter is one that can be considered." Now, guessing that he was being played with, Abi grew angry.
"I have put a plain question to your Majesty," he said, "and perhaps I am worthy of a plain answer.