“No judgment is allowed to pupils as to their teachers--nor to you. If you were not the son of the king, who rules Egypt as Ra, I would punish your temerity with stripes. My hands are tied with regard to you, and yet they must be everywhere and always at work if the hundreds committed to my care are to be kept from harm.” “Nay, punish me!” cried Rameri. “If I commit a folly I am ready to bear the consequences.” Ameni looked pleased at the vehement boy, and would willingly have shaken him by the hand and stroked his curly head, but the penance he proposed for Rameri was to serve a great end, and Ameni would not allow any overflow of emotion to hinder him in the execution of a well considered design. So he answered the prince with grave determination: “I must and will punish you--and I do so by requesting you to leave the House of Seti this very day.” The prince turned pale. But Ameni went on more kindly: “I do not expel you with ignominy from among us--I only bid you a friendly farewell. In a few weeks you would in any case have left the college, and by the king’s command have transferred your blooming life, health, and strength to the exercising ground of the chariot-brigade. No punishment for you but this lies in my power. Now give me your hand; you will make a fine man, and perhaps a great warrior.” The prince stood in astonishment before Ameni, and did not take his offered hand. Then the priest went up to him, and said: “You said you were ready to take the consequences of your folly, and a prince’s word must be kept. Before sunset we will conduct you to the gate of the temple.” Ameni turned his back on the boys, and left the school-court. Rameri looked after him. Utter whiteness had overspread his blooming face, and the blood had left even his lips. None of his companions approached him, for each felt that what was passing in his soul at this moment would brook no careless intrusion. No one spoke a word; they all looked at him. He soon observed this, and tried to collect himself, and then he said in a low tone while he held out his hands to Anana and another friend: “Am I then so bad that I must be driven out from among you all like this--that such a blow must be inflicted on my father?” “You refused Ameni your hand!” answered Anana. “Go to him, offer him your hand, beg him to be less severe, and perhaps he will let you remain.” Rameri answered only “No.” But that “No” was so decided that all who knew him understood that it was final. Before the sun set he had left the school. Ameni gave him his blessing; he told him that if he himself ever had to command he would understand his severity, and allowed the other scholars to accompany him as far as the Nile. Pentaur parted from him tenderly at the gate. When Rameri was alone in the cabin of his gilt bark with his tutor, he felt his eyes swimming in tears. “Your highness is surely not weeping?” asked the official. “Why?” asked the prince sharply.