The lady started and flung a conscience-stricken glance at the scowling cup-bearer. And while her face was turned, Kenkenes departed like a shadow. But the portals of the nomarch's house had hardly closed behind him before he demanded of himself, impatiently, why he had made Nechutes' peace, why he kept the cup-bearer for ever between himself and Ta-meri. And as if to evade this catechism something arose in him and asked him why he should not. And to this he could give no answer. [1] Mohar--The king's pioneer, an office that might be defined as minister of war. CHAPTER X THE DEBT OF ISRAEL For an instant after the sculptor had put the collar about her throat, Rachel stood motionless, her face flushing and whitening with conflicting emotions. But her indecision was only momentary. Rebellion was in the ascendant. She thrust her fingers under the band and essayed to wrench off the offending necklace, but the stout fastening held and the flexible braid printed its woof on the back of the soft neck. Almost in tears she undid the clasp and flung the collar away. It struck the earth with a musical ring, and the green of the wheat hid all but a faint ray of the red metal. The rout of children descended on her, each clamoring a story of the accident. But without a word she marshaled them and turned once again toward the river to refill the hides. At the water's edge she kept her eyes resolutely from the broad dimpling breast of the Nile toward the south. She feared that she might see the light bari that was driving back to Memphis against that slow but mighty current as easily as if wind and water went with it. But even before she turned again toward Masaarah, her better nature began to chide her. She remembered her impetuous act with a flush of shame. "His peace-offering--a proof of his good will, and thou didst mistreat it, as if he had meant it for a purchase or a fee. The indignity thou hast petulantly fancied, Rachel." After a time another thought came to her. "The act was not womanly. Wherein hast thou rebuked him, in casting away the trinket? Thou hast the dignity of Israel to uphold in thy dealings with this young man." When she reached the spot where the collar had fallen, she sought for it furtively, and having found it, thrust it into the bosom of her dress. "I shall not keep it," she said, quieting the protests of her pride. "I shall make him take it back to-morrow." Entering her low shelter in the camp some time later, she found Deborah absent. Impelled by an unreasoning desire to keep secret this event, she hastily hid the collar in the sand of the tent floor and laid the straw matting of her bed smoothly over its burial place. Again she struggled with her pride and demanded of herself why she had become secretive. "Fie!" she replied. "How couldst thou tell this story to Deborah? Why, it is well-nigh unbecoming."