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The Regent turned pale, he remained speechless and looked at Ameni with a cold ghastly smile; but he soon recovered himself.

โ€œYou see,โ€ he said, โ€œhow you have injured me by your unworthy suspicions; I meant to have restored your favorite to you myself to-morrow.โ€

โ€œForgive me, then, for having anticipated your plan,โ€ said Ameni, taking his seat near the king. Hundreds of slaves hurried to and fro loaded with costly dishes. Large vessels of richly wrought gold and silver were brought into the hall on wheels, and set on the side-boards. Children were perched in the shells and lotus-flowers that hung from the painted rafters; and from between the pillars, that were hung with cloudy transparent tissues, they threw roses and violets down on the company. The sounds of harps and songs issued from concealed rooms, and from an altar, six ells high, in the middle of the hall, clouds of incense were wafted into space.

The king-one of whose titles was โ€œSon of the Sun,โ€โ€”was as radiant as the sun himself. His children were once more around him, Mena was his cupbearer as in former times, and all that was best and noblest in the land was gathered round him to rejoice with him in his triumph and his return. Opposite to him sat the ladies, and exactly in front of him, a delight to his eyes, Bent-Anat and Nefert. His injunction to Mena to hold the wine cup steadily seemed by no means superfluous, for his looks constantly wandered from the kingโ€™s goblet to his fair wife, from whose lips he as yet had heard no word of welcome, whose hand he had not yet been so happy as to touch.

All the guests were in the most joyful excitement. Rameses related the tale of his fight at Kadesh, and the high-priest of Heliopolis observed, โ€œIn later times the poets will sing of thy deeds.โ€

โ€œTheir songs will not be of my achievements,โ€ exclaimed the king, โ€œbut of the grace of the Divinity, who so miraculously rescued your sovereign, and gave the victory to the Egyptians over an innumerable enemy.โ€

โ€œDid you see the God with your own eyes? and in what form did he appear to you?โ€ asked Bent-Anat. โ€œIt is most extraordinary,โ€ said the king, โ€œbut he exactly resembled the dead father of the traitor Paaker. My preserver was of tall stature, and had a beautiful countenance; his voice was deep and thrilling, and he swung his battle-axe as if it were a mere plaything.โ€

Ameni had listened eagerly to the kingโ€™s words, now he bowed low before him and said humbly: โ€œIf I were younger I myself would endeavor, as was the custom with our fathers, to celebrate this glorious deed of a God and of his sublime son in a song worthy of this festival; but melting tones are no longer mine, they vanish with years, and the car of the listener lends itself only to the young. Nothing is wanting to thy feast, most lordly Ani, but a poet, who might sing the glorious deeds of our monarch to the sound of his lute, and yetโ€”we have at hand the gifted Pentaur, the noblest disciple of the House of Seti.โ€

Bent-Anat turned perfectly white, and the priests who were present expressed the utmost joy and astonishment, for they had long thought the young poet, who was highly esteemed throughout Egypt, to be dead.

The king had often heard of the fame of Pentaur from his sons and especially from Rameri, and he willingly consented that Ameni should send for the poet, who had himself borne arms at Kadesh, in order that he should sing a song of triumph. The Regent gazed blankly and uneasily into his wine cup, and the high-priest rose to fetch Pentaur himself into the presence of the king.

During the high-priestโ€™s absence, more and more dishes were served to the company; behind each guest stood a silver bowl with rose water, in which from time to time he could dip his fingers to cool and clean them; the slaves in waiting were constantly at hand with embroidered napkins to wipe them, and others frequently changed the faded wreaths, round the heads and shoulders of the feasters, for fresh ones.

โ€œHow pale you are, my child!โ€ said Rameses turning to Bent-Anat. โ€œIf you are tired, your uncle will no doubt allow you to leave the hall; though I think you should stay to hear the performance of this much-lauded poet. After having been so highly praised he will find it difficult to satisfy his hearers. But indeed I am uneasy about you, my childโ€”would you rather go?โ€ The Regent had risen and said earnestly, โ€œYour presence has done me honor, but if you are fatigued I beg you to allow me to conduct you and your ladies to the apartments intended for you.โ€

โ€œI will stay,โ€ said Bent-Anat in a low but decided tone, and she kept her eyes on the floor, while her heart beat violently, for the murmur of voices told her that Pentaur was entering the hall. He wore the long white robe of a priest of the temple of Seti, and on his forehead the ostrich-feather which marked him as one of the initiated. He did not raise his eyes till he stood close before the king; then he prostrated himself before him, and awaited a sign from the Pharaoh before he rose again.

But Rameses hesitated a long time, for the youthful figure before him, and the glance that met his own, moved him strangely. Was not this the divinity of the fight? Was not this his preserver? Was he again deluded by a resemblance, or was he in a dream?

The guests gazed in silence at the spellbound king, and at the poet; at last Rameses bowed his head,

Pentaur rose to his feet, and the bright color flew to his face as close to him he perceived Bent-Anat.

โ€œYou fought at Kadesh?โ€ asked the king. โ€œAs thou sayest,โ€ replied Pentaur.

โ€œYou are well spoken of as a poet,โ€ said Rameses, โ€œand we desire to hear the wonderful tale of my preservation celebrated in song. If you will attempt it, let a lute be brought and sing.โ€

The poet bowed. โ€œMy gifts are modest,โ€ he said, โ€œbut I will endeavor to sing of the glorious deed, in the presence of the hero who achieved it, with the aid of the Gods.โ€

Rameses gave a signal, and Ameni caused a large golden harp to be brought in for his disciple. Pentaur lightly touched the strings, leaned his head against the top of the tall bow of the harp, for some time lest in meditation; then he drew himself up boldly, and struck the chords, bringing out a strong and warlike music in broad heroic rhythm.

Then he began the narrative: how Rameses had pitched his camp before Kadesh, how he ordered his troops, and how he had taken the field against the Cheta, and their Asiatic allies. Louder and stronger rose his tones when he reached the turning-point of the battle, and began to celebrate the rescue of the king; and the Pharaoh listened with eager attention as Pentaur sang:โ€”[A literal translation of the ancient Egyptian poem called โ€œThe Epos of Pentaurโ€]

โ€œThen the king stood forth, and, radiant with courage, He looked like the Sun-god armed and eager for battle. The noble steeds that bore him into the struggle โ€˜Victory to Thebesโ€™ was the name of one, and the other Was called โ€˜contented Nuraโ€™โ€”were foaled in the stables Of him we call โ€˜the elect,โ€™ โ€˜the beloved of Amon,โ€™ โ€˜Lord of truth,โ€™ the chosen vicar of Ra. Up sprang the king and
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