"Paaker has saved us," replied Nemu, "and I have just come from a long interview with the Regent." "Well?" "He will renew your letter of freedom, if you will put Paaker into his power." "Good-good. I wish he would make up his mind to come and seek me--in disguise, of course--I would--" "He is very timid, and it would not suggest to him anything so unpracticable." "Hm--" said Hekt, "perhaps you are right, for when we have to demand a good deal it is best only to ask for what is feasible. One rash request often altogether spoils the patron's inclination for granting favors." "What else has occurred?" "The Regent's army has conquered the Ethiopians, and is coming home with rich spoils." "People may be bought with treasure," muttered the old woman, "I good-- good!" "Paaker's sword is sharpened; I would give no more for my master's life, than I have in my pocket--and you know why I came on foot through the dust." "Well, you can ride home again," replied his mother, giving the little man a small silver ring. "Has the pioneer seen Nefert again?" "Strange things have happened," said the dwarf, and he told his mother what had taken place between Katuti and Nefert. Nemu was a good listener, and had not forgotten a word of what he had heard. The old woman listened to his story with the most eager attention. "Well, well," she muttered, "here is another extraordinary thing. What is common to all men is generally disgustingly similar in the palace and in the hovel. Mothers are everywhere she-apes, who with pleasure let themselves be tormented to death by their children, who repay them badly enough, and the wives generally open their ears wide if any one can tell them of some misbehavior of their husbands! But that is not the way with your mistress." The old woman looked thoughtful, and then she continued: "In point of fact this can be easily explained, and is not at all more extraordinary than it is that those tired girls should sit yawning. You told me once that it was a pretty sight to see the mother and daughter side by side in their chariot when they go to a festival or the Panegyrai; Katuti, you said, took care that the colors of their dresses and the flowers in their hair should harmonize. For which of them is the dress first chosen on such occasions?" "Always for the lady Katuti, who never wears any but certain colors," replied Nemu quickly. "You see," said the witch laughing, "Indeed it must be so. That mother always thinks of herself first, and of the objects she wishes to gain; but they hang high, and she treads down everything that is in her way-- even her own child--to reach them. She will contrive that Paaker shall be the ruin of Mena, as sure as I have ears to hear with, for that woman is capable of playing any tricks with her daughter, and would marry her to that lame dog yonder if it would advance her ambitious schemes." "But Nefert!" said Nemu. "You should have seen her. The dove became a lioness."