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and begged her to allow him to see Uarda, and to let him stay with her servants till he himself returned from his fatherโ€™s tent.

The leeches had treated Uarda with judgment, for under the influence of the bath she recovered her senses; when she had been dressed again in fresh garments and refreshed by the essences and medicines which they gave her to inhale and to drink, she was led back into Nefertโ€™s tent, where Mena, who had never before seen her, was astonished at her peculiar and touching beauty.

โ€œShe is very like my Danaid princess,โ€ he said to his wife; โ€œonly she is younger and much prettier than she.โ€

Little Scherau came in to pay his respects to her, and she was delighted to see the boy; still she was sad, and however kindly Nefert spoke to her she remained in silent reverie, while from time to time a large tear rolled down her cheek.

โ€œYou have lost your father!โ€ said Nefert, trying to comfort her. โ€œAnd I, my mother and brother both in one day.โ€

โ€œKaschta was rough but, oh! so kind,โ€ replied Uarda. โ€œHe was always so fond of me; he was like the fruit of the doom palm; its husk is hard and rough, but he who knows how to open it finds the sweet pulp within. Now he is dead, and my grandfather and grandmother are gone before him, and I am like the green leaf that I saw floating on the waters when we were crossing the sea; anything so forlorn I never saw, abandoned by all it belonged to or had ever loved, the sport of a strange element in which nothing resembling itself ever grew or ever can grow.โ€

Nefert kissed her forehead. โ€œYou have friends,โ€ she said, โ€œwho will never abandon you.โ€

โ€œI know, I know!โ€ said Uarda thoughtfully, โ€œand yet I am aloneโ€”for the first time really alone. In Thebes I have often looked after the wild swans as they passed across the sky; one flies in front, then comes the body of the wandering party, and very often, far behind, a solitary straggler; and even this last one I do not call lonely, for he can still see his brethren in front of him. But when the hunters have shot down all the low-flying loiterers, and the last one has lost sight of the flock, and knows that he never again can find them or follow them he is indeed to be pitied. I am as unhappy as the abandoned bird, for I have lost sight to-day of all that I belong to, and I am alone, and can never find them again.โ€

โ€œYou will be welcomed into some more noble house than that to which you belong by birth,โ€ said Nefert, to comfort her.

Uardaโ€™s eyes flashed, and she said proudly, almost defiantly:

โ€œMy race is that of my mother, who was a daughter of no mean house; the reason I turned back this morning and went into the smoke and fire again after I had escaped once into the open airโ€”what I went back for, because I felt it was worth dying for, was my motherโ€™s legacy, which I had put away with my holiday dress when I followed the wretched Nemu to his tent. I threw myself into the jaws of death to save the jewel, but certainly not because it is made of gold and precious stonesโ€”for I do not care to be rich, and I want no better fare than a bit of bread and a few dates and a cup of waterโ€”but because it has a name on it in strange characters, and because I believe it will serve to discover the people from whom my mother was carried off; and now I have lost the jewel, and with it my identity and my hopes and happiness.โ€

Uarda wept aloud; Nefert put her arm around her affectionately.

โ€œPoor child!โ€ she said, โ€œwas your treasure destroyed in the flames?โ€

โ€œNo, no,โ€ cried Uarda eagerly. โ€œI snatched it out of my chest and held it in my hand when Nebsecht took me in his arms, and I still had it in my hand when I was lying safe on the ground outside the burning house, and Bent-Anat was close to me, and Rameri came up. I remember seeing him as if I were in a dream, and I revived a little, and I felt the jewel in my fingers then.โ€

โ€œThen it was dropped on the way to the tent?โ€ said Nefert.

Uarda nodded; little Scherau, who had been crouching on the floor beside her, gave Uarda a loving glance, dimmed with tears, and quietly slipped out of the tent.

Time went by in silence; Uarda sat looking at the ground, Nefert and Mena held each otherโ€™s hands, but the thoughts of all three were with the dead. A perfect stillness reigned, and the happiness of the reunited couple was darkly overshadowed by their sorrow. From time to time the silence was broken by a trumpet-blast from the royal tent; first when the Asiatic princes were introduced into the Council-tent, then when the Danaid king departed, and lastly when the Pharaoh preceded the conquered princes to the banquet.

The charioteer remembered how his master had restored him to dignity and honor, for the sake of his faithful wife; and gratefully pressed her hand.

Suddenly there was a noise in front of the tent, and an officer entered to announce to Mena that the Danaid king and his daughter, accompanied by body-guard, requested to see and speak with him and Nefert.

The entrance to the tent was thrown wide open. Uarda retired modestly into the back-ground, and Mena and Nefert went forward hand in hand to meet their unexpected guests.

The Greek prince was an old man, his beard and thick hair were grey, but his movements were youthful and light, though dignified and deliberate. His even, well-formed features were deeply furrowed, he had large, bright, clear blue eyes, but round his fine lips were lines of care. Close to him walked his daughter; her long white robe striped with purple was held round her hips by a golden girdle, and her sunny yellow hair fell in waving locks over her neck and shoulders, while it was confined by a diadem which encircled her head; she was of middle height, and her motions were measured and calm like her fatherโ€™s. Her brow was narrow, and in one line with her straight nose, her rosy mouth was sweet and kind, and beyond everything beautiful were the lines of her oval face and the turn of her snow-white throat. By their side stood the interpreter who translated every word of the conversation on both sides. Behind them came two men and two women, who carried gifts for Mena and his wife.

The prince praised Menaโ€™s magnanimity in the warmest terms.

โ€œYou have proved to me,โ€ he said, โ€œthat the virtues of gratitude, of constancy, and of faith are practised by the Egyptians; although your merit certainly appears less to me now that I see your wife, for he who owns the fairest may easily forego any taste for the fair.โ€

Nefert blushed.

โ€œYour generosity,โ€ she answered, โ€œdoes me more than justice at your daughterโ€™s expense, and love moved my husband to the same injustice, but your beautiful daughter must forgive you and me also.โ€

Praxilla went towards her and expressed her thanks; then she offered her the costly coronet, the golden clasps and strings of rare pearls which her

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