"But he taught me to respect the laws!" interrupted the princess. "I discussed another thing with Bek en Chunsu. You know I rejected the suit of the Regent. He must secretly be much vexed with me. That indeed would not alarm me, but he is the guardian and protector appointed over me by my father, and yet can I turn to him in confidence for counsel, and help? No! I am still a woman, and Rameses' daughter! Sooner will I travel through a thousand deserts than humiliate my father through his child. By to-morrow I shall have decided; but, indeed, I have already decided to make the journey, hard as it is to leave much that is here. Do not fear, dear! but you are too tender for such a journey, and to such a distance; I might--" "No, no," cried Nefert. "I am going, too, if you were going to the four pillars of heaven, at the limits of the earth. You have given me a new life, and the little sprout that is green within me would wither again if I had to return to my mother. Only she or I can be in our house, and I will re-enter it only with Mena." "It is settled--I must go," said the princess. "Oh! if only my father were not so far off, and that I could consult him!" "Yes! the war, and always the war!" sighed Nefert. "Why do not men rest content with what they have, and prefer the quiet peace, which makes life lovely, to idle fame?" "Would they be men? should we love them?" cried Bent-Anat eagerly. "Is not the mind of the Gods, too, bent on war? Did you ever see a more sublime sight than Pentaur, on that evening when he brandished the stake he had pulled up, and exposed his life to protect an innocent girl who was in danger?" "I dared not once look down into the court," said Nefert. "I was in such an agony of mind. But his loud cry still rings in my ears." "So rings the war cry of heroes before whom the enemy quails!" exclaimed Bent-Anat. "Aye, truly so rings the war cry!" said prince Rameri, who had entered his sister's half-dark room unperceived by the two women. The princess turned to the boy. "How you frightened me!" she said. "You!" said Rameri astonished. "Yes, me. I used to have a stout heart, but since that evening I frequently tremble, and an agony of terror comes over me, I do not know why. I believe some demon commands me." "You command, wherever you go; and no one commands you," cried Rameri. "The excitement and tumult in the valley, and on the quay, still agitate you. I grind my teeth myself when I remember how they turned me out of the school, and how Paaker set the dog at us. I have gone through a great deal today too." "Where were you so long?" asked Bent-Anat. "My uncle Ani commanded that you should not leave the palace." "I shall be eighteen years old next month," said the prince, "and need no tutor." "But your father--" said Bent-Anat.