I made ready to go in a fine new robe embroidered in purple with the name of Seti and my own.

But on that very morning by the gift of some evil god I was smitten with spots all over my face and body, a common sickness that affects the young.

So it happened that I did not see the Prince, for before I was well again he had left Memphis.
Now my father Meri was a scribe of the great temple of Ptah, and I was brought up to his trade in the school of the temple, where I copied many rolls and also wrote out Books of the Dead which I adorned with paintings.

Indeed, in this business I became so clever that, after my father went blind some years before his death, I earned enough to keep him, and my sisters also until they married.

Mother I had none, for she was gathered to Osiris while I was still very little.