But for you to-day his Highness would lie upon the table of the embalmers, as indeed for his folly he deserves to do, and Egypt would mourn from Thebes to the mouths of Nile.

Come hither." I came with trembling steps, and knelt before his Majesty.

Around his neck hung a beauteous chain of wrought gold.

He took it, and cast it over my head, saying: "Because you have shown yourself both brave and wise, with this gold I give you the title of Councillor and King's Companion, and the right to inscribe the same upon your funeral stele.

Let it be noted.