"Lie still! by and bye we will see." Then she stooped, and threw a brown sack over the child. She went back into the open air, greeted Nemu, entertained him with milk, bread and honey, gave him news of the girl who had been run over, for he seemed to take her misfortune very much to heart, and finally asked: "What brings you here? The Nile was still narrow when you last found your way to me, and now it has been falling some time. [This is the beginning of November. The Nile begins slowly to rise early in June; between the 15th and 20th of July it suddenly swells rapidly, and in the first half of October, not, as was formerly supposed, at the end of September, the inundation reaches its highest level. Heinrich Barth established these data beyond dispute. After the water has begun to sink it rises once more in October and to a higher level than before. Then it soon falls, at first slowly, but by degrees quicker and quicker.] Are you sent by your mistress, or do you want my help? All the world is alike. No one goes to see any one else unless he wants to make use of him. What shall I give you?" "I want nothing," said the dwarf, "but--" "You are commissioned by a third person," said the witch, laughing. "It is the same thing. Whoever wants a thing for some one else only thinks of his own interest." "May be," said Nemu. "At any rate your words show that you have not grown less wise since I saw you last--and I am glad of it, for I want your advice." "Advice is cheap. What is going on out there?" Nemu related to his mother shortly, clearly, and without reserve, what was plotting in his mistress's house, and the frightful disgrace with which she was threatened through her son. The old woman shook her grey head thoughtfully several times: but she let the little man go on to the end of his story without interrupting him. Then she asked, and her eyes flashed as she spoke: "And you really believe that you will succeed in putting the sparrow on the eagle's perch--Ani on the throne of Rameses?" "The troops fighting in Ethiopia are for us," cried Nemu. "The priests declare themselves against the king, and recognize in Ani the genuine blood of Ra." "That is much," said the old woman. "And many dogs are the death of the gazelle," said Nemu laughing. "But Rameses is not a gazelle to run, but a lion," said the old woman gravely. "You are playing a high game." "We know it," answered Nemu. But it is for high stakes--there is much to win." "And all to lose," muttered the old woman, passing her fingers round her scraggy neck. "Well, do as you please--it is all the same to me who it is sends the young to be killed, and drives the old folks' cattle from the field. What do they want with me?" "No one has sent me," answered the dwarf. I come of my own free fancy to ask you what Katuti must do to save her son and her house from dishonor."