She was the Royal Daughter, the Princess Userti, who looked, I thought, prouder and more splendid than any there, though somewhat pale and anxious.
Pharaoh came to the steps of the throne.

The Vizier and the High-priest advanced to help him up the steps, for he was feeble with age.

He waved them aside, and beckoning to his daughter, rested his hand upon her shoulder and by her aid mounted the throne.

I thought that there was meaning in this; it was as though he would show to all the assembly that this princess was the prop of Egypt.
For a little while he stood still and Userti sat herself down on the topmost step, resting her chin upon her jewelled hand.

There he stood searching the place with his eyes.