Pambasa, Pambasa, escort the Princess and summon her servants, women everyone of them, unless my senses mock me.

Good-night to you, O Sister and Lady of the Two Lands, and forgive me--that coronet of yours is somewhat awry." At last she was gone and I rose, wiping my brow with a corner of my robe, and looking at the Prince who stood before the fire laughing softly.
"Make a note of all this talk, Ana," he said; "there is more in it than meets the ear." "I need no note, Prince," I answered; "every word is burnt upon my mind as a hot iron burns a tablet of wood.

With reason too, since now her Highness will hate me for all her life." "Much better so, Ana, than that she should pretend to love you, which she never would have done while you are my friend.

Women oftimes respect those whom they hate and even will advance them because of policy, but let those whom they pretend to love beware.

The time may come when you will yet be Userti's most trusted councillor." Now here I, Ana the Scribe, will state that in after days, when this same queen was the wife of Pharaoh Saptah, I did, as it chanced, become her most trusted councillor.