"Thou art not versed in the innuendoes of court-talk, my Kenkenes.
Nay, they die in Egypt and fertilize the soil."
"It will raise a Set-given uproar, Rameses," Menes broke in with meek conviction; "and as thou hast said--to the king, the credit--to his advisers, the blame."
"Nay; the process is longer and more natural," the prince replied carelessly. "It is but the same method of the mines. Who can call death by hard labor, murder?"
The full brutality of the prince"s meaning struck home. Kenkenes gripped the arm of Ta-meri"s chair with such power that the sinews stood up rigid and white above the back of the brown hand. Luckily, all of the guests were contemplating Rameses with more or less horror.
They did not see the color recede from the young artist"s face or his eyes ignite dangerously.
Masanath sat up very straight and leveled a pair of eyes shining with accusation at the prince.
"Of a truth, was thine the fiat?" she demanded.
"Even so, thou lovely magistrate," he answered with an amused smile.
"Was it not a masterful one?"
Hotep delivered her a warning glance, but she did not heed it. Austere Ma, the Defender of Truth, could have been as easily crushed.
"Masterful!" she cried. "Nay! Menes, lend me thy word. Of all Set-given, pitiless, atrocious edicts, that is the cruelest! Shame on thee!"
At her first words, Rameses raised himself from his att.i.tude of languor into an upright and intensely alert position. The company ceased to breathe, but Kenkenes heaved a soundless sigh of relief. Masanath had uttered his denunciations for him.
Meanwhile the prince"s eyes began to sparkle, a rich stain grew in his cheeks and when she made an end he was the picture of animated delight.
For the first time in his life he had been defied and condemned.
But his gaze did not disturb Masanath. Her eyes dared him to resent her censure. The prince had no such purpose in mind.
"O by Besa! here is what I have sought for so long," he exclaimed, at last. "Hither! thou treasure, thou dear, defiant little shrew! Thou art more to me than all the wealth of Pithom. Hither, I tell thee!"
But she did not move. The company was breathing with considerable relief by this time, but not a few of them were casting furtive glances at Ta-user.
"Hither!" Rameses commanded, stamping his foot. "Nay, I had forgot she defies my power. Behold, then, I come to thee."
Masanath antic.i.p.ated his intent, and rising with much dignity, she put the ivory throne between her and the prince. Cool and self-possessed she gathered up her lotuses, as fresh after an evening in her hand as they were when the slaves gathered them from the Nile; found her fan and made other serene preparations to depart. Rameses, fended from her by the chair, stood before her and watched with a smile in his eyes.
Presently he waved his hand to the other guests.
"Arise; the princess is going," he commanded.
In the stir and rustle, laughter and talk of the guests, getting up at the prince"s sign--for it was customary to permit the highest of rank to dismiss a company--Masanath slipped from among them and attempted to leave unnoticed. But Rameses was before her and had taken possession of her hand before she could elude him. As Kenkenes pa.s.sed them on his way to the door her soft shoulders were squared; she had drawn herself as far away from the prince as she might and was otherwise evincing her discomfort extravagantly.
Before them was Hotep, outwardly undisturbed, smiling and complacent.
At one side was Ta-user, at the other Seti, and Io hung on Hotep"s arm.
The young artist walked past them hurriedly, moved to leave all the ferment and agitation behind him. If he had thought to forget his sorrows among the light-hearted revel of those that did not sorrow, he misdirected his search.
At the doors the Lady Senci met him and drew him over to the diphros, now vacated by Bettis.
And there she took his face between her hands and kissed him.
"Hail! thou son of the murket!" she said.
"Having much, I am given more," he responded. "Behold the prodigality of good fortune. The Hathors exalt me in the world and add thereto a kiss from the Lady Senci."
"I was impelled truly," she confessed, "but by thine own face as well as by the Hathors. Kenkenes, if I did not know thee, I should say thou wast pretending--thou, to whom pretense is impossible."
He did not answer, for there was no desire in his heart to tell his secret; his experience with Hotep had warned him. Yet the unusual winsomeness of his father"s n.o.ble love was hard to resist.
"Thy manner this evening betrays thee as striving to hide one spirit and show another," she continued, seeing he made no response.
"Thou hast said," he admitted at last; "and I have not succeeded. That is a sorry incapacity, for the world has small patience with a man who can not make his face lie."
"Bitter! Thou!" she chid.
"Have I not spoken truly?" he persisted.
"Aye, but why rebel? No man but hides a secret sorrow, and this would be a tearful world did every one weep when he felt like it."
"But I am most overwhelmingly constrained to weep, so I shall stay out of the world and vex it not."
She looked at him with startled eyes.
"Art thou so troubled, then?" she asked in a lowered tone.
"Doubly troubled--and hopelessly," he replied, his eyes away from her.
She came nearer and, putting up her hands, laid them on his shoulders.
"You are so young, Kenkenes---so young, and youth is like to make much of the little first sorrows. Furthermore, these are troublous days.
Saw you not the temper of the a.s.sembly to-night? Egypt is a-quiver with irritation. Every little ripple in the smooth current of life seems magnified--each man seeketh provocation to vent his causeless exasperation. And when such ferment worketh in the gathering of the young, it is portentous. It bodeth evil! You are but caught in the fever, my Kenkenes, and your little vexations are inflamed until they hurt, of a truth. Get to your rest, and to-morrow her smile will be more propitious."
Kenkenes looked at the uplifted face and noted the laugh in the eyes.
"What a tattling face is mine," he said, "Is her name written there also?" He drew his fingers across his forehead.
"No need; I have been young and many are the young that have wooed and wed beneath mine eyes. I know the signs." She nodded sagely and continued after a little pause:
"I shall not pry further into your sorrow, Kenkenes; but you are good and handsome, and winsome, and wealthy, and young, and it is a stony heart that could hold out long against you. I would wager my mummy that the maiden is this instant well-nigh ready to cast herself at your feet, save that your very excellence deters her. Go, now, and let your dreams be sweeter than these last waking hours have been."
Again she kissed him and let him go.
In the corridor without, he received his mantle and kerchief from a servant and continued toward the outer portals. But before he reached them, Ta-meri stepped out of a cross-corridor and halted. Never before did her eyes so shine or her smile so flash within the cloud of gauzes that mantled and covered her. Kenkenes wondered for a moment if he must explain the change in his countenance to her also. But the beauty had herself in mind at that moment.
"Kenkenes, thou hast given me no opportunity to wish thee well, as the son of the murket."
"Ah, but in this nook thy good wishes will be none the less sincere nor my delight any less apparent."
"Most heartily I give thee joy!"