19/23 His grandsire was Pentaur the poet." "Indeed. Often has he read me to sleep with his long poems, rank stuff that grew like coarse grass upon a deep but half-drained soil. Are you sure, young man, that Pentaur was your grandfather? Quite a different kind of herbage, and you know that it is a matter upon which we must take a woman's word." Seti burst out laughing and I looked at the old priest angrily, though now that I came to think of it my father always said that his mother was one of the biggest liars in Egypt. |