Last of all limped Saptah and, behold! the god bowed again." "How and why does it do these things ?" I asked, "and at the wrong time ?" "Ask the priests, Ana, or Userti, or Saptah.

Perhaps the divine neck has not been oiled of late, or too much oiled, or too little oiled, or prayers--or strings--may have gone wrong.

Or Pharaoh may have been niggard in his gifts to that college of the great god of his House.

Who am I that I should know the ways of gods?
That in the temple where I served at Thebes fifty years ago did not pretend to bow or to trouble himself as to which of the royal race sat upon the throne.

Hush! Here comes Pharaoh." Then in a splendid procession, surrounded by princes, councillors, ladies, priests, and guards, Amenmeses and the Royal Wife, Urnure, a large woman who walked awkwardly, entered the hall, a glittering band.
The high-priest, Roi, and the chancellor, Nehesi, received Pharaoh and led him to his throne.