He is from Memphis and his father's name was--I forget what.

Ana, what was your father's name ?" "One too humble for royal ears, Prince," I answered, "but my grandfather was Pentaur the poet who wrote of the deeds of the mighty Rameses." "Is it so?
Why did you not tell me that before?
The descent should earn you a pension from the Court if you can extract it from Nehesi.

Well, Userti, his grandfather's name was Pentaur whose immortal verses you have doubtless read upon temple walls, where our grandfather was careful to publish them." "I have--to my sorrow--and thought them poor, boastful stuff," she answered coldly.
"To be honest, if Ana will forgive me, so do I.I can assure you that his stories are a great improvement on them.

Friend Ana, this is my sister, Userti, my father's daughter though our mothers were not the same." "I pray you, Seti, to be so good as to give me my rightful titles in speaking of me to scribes and other of your servants." "Your pardon, Userti.

This, Ana, is the first Lady of Egypt, the Royal Heiress, the Princess of the Two Lands, the High-priestess of Amon, the Cherished of the Gods, the half-sister of the Heir-apparent, the Daughter of Hathor, the Lotus Bloom of Love, the Queen to be of--Userti, whose queen will you be?
Have you made up your mind?
For myself I know no one worthy of so much beauty, excellence, learning and--what shall I add--sweetness, yes, sweetness." "Seti," she said stamping her foot, "if it pleases you to make a mock of me before a stranger, I suppose that I must submit.