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women carried; her father begged Mena to accept a coat of mail and a shield of fine silver work. The strangers were then led into the tent, and were there welcomed and entertained with all honor, and offered bread and wine. While Mena pledged her father, Praxilla related to Nefert, with the help of the interpreter, what hours of terror she had lived through after she had been taken prisoner by the Egyptians, and was brought into the camp with the other spoils of war; how an older commander had asserted his claim to her, how Mena had given her his hand, had led her to his tent, and had treated her like his own daughter. Her voice shook with emotion, and even the interpreter was moved as she concluded her story with these words: โ€œHow grateful I am to him, you will fully understand when I tell you that the man who was to have been my husband fell wounded before my eyes while defending our camp; but he has recovered, and now only awaits my return for our wedding.โ€

โ€œMay the Gods only grant it!โ€ cried the king, โ€œfor Praxilla is the last child of my house. The murderous war robbed me of my four fair sons before they had taken wives, my son-in-law was slain by the Egyptians at the taking of our camp, and his wife and new-born son fell into their hands, and Praxilla is my youngest child, the only one left to me by the envious Gods.โ€

While he was still speaking, they heard the guards call out and a childโ€™s loud cry, and at the same instant little Scherau rushed into the tent holding up his hand exclaiming.

โ€œI have it! I have found it!โ€

Uarda, who had remained behind the curtain which screened the sleeping room of the tentโ€”but who had listened with breathless attention to every word of the foreigners, and who had never taken her eyes off the fair Praxillaโ€”now came forward, emboldened by her agitation, into the midst of the tent, and took the jewel from the childโ€™s hand to show it to the Greek king; for while she stood gazing at Praxilla it seemed to her that she was looking at herself in a mirror, and the idea had rapidly grown to conviction that her mother had been a daughter of the Danaids. Her heart beat violently as she went up to the king with a modest demeanor, her head bent down, but holding her jewel up for him to see.

The bystanders all gazed in astonishment at the veteran chief, for he staggered as she came up to him, stretched out his hands as if in terror towards the girl, and drew back crying out:

โ€œXanthe, Xanthe! Is your spirit freed from Hades? Are you come to summon me?โ€

Praxilla looked at her father in alarm, but suddenly she, too, gave a piercing cry, snatched a chain from her neck, hurried towards Uarda, and seizing the jewel she held, exclaimed:

โ€œHere is the other half of the ornament, it belonged to my poor sister Xanthe!โ€

The old Greek was a pathetic sight, he struggled hard to collect himself, looking with tender delight at Uarda, his sinewy hands trembled as he compared the two pieces of the necklet; they matched preciselyโ€”each represented the wing of an eagle which was attached to half an oval covered with an inscription; when they were laid together they formed the complete figure of a bird with out-spread wings, on whose breast the lines exactly matched of the following oracular verse:

โ€œAlone each is a trifling thing, a womanโ€™s useless toy But with its counterpart behold! the favorite bird of Zeus.โ€

A glance at the inscription convinced the king that he held in his hand the very jewel which he had put with his own hands round the neck of his daughter Xanthe on her marriage-day, and of which the other half had been preserved by her mother, from whom it had descended to Praxilla. It had originally been made for his wife and her twin sister who had died young. Before he made any enquiries, or asked for any explanations, he took Uardaโ€™s head between his hands, and turning her face close to his he gazed at her features, as if he were reading a book in which he expected to find a memorial of all the blissful hours of his youth, and the girl felt no fear; nor did she shrink when he pressed his lips to her forehead, for she felt that this manโ€™s blood ran in her own veins. At last the king signed to the interpreter; Uarda was asked to tell all she knew of her mother, and when she said that she had come a captive to Thebes with an infant that had soon after died, that her father had bought her and had loved her in spite of her being dumb, the princeโ€™s conviction became certainty; he acknowledged Uarda as his grandchild, and Praxilla clasped her in her arms.

Then he told Mena that it was now twenty years since his son-in-law had been killed, and his daughter Xanthe, whom Uarda exactly resembled, had been carried into captivity. Praxilla was then only just born, and his wife died of the shock of such terrible news. All his enquiries for Xanthe and her child had been fruitless, but he now remembered that once, when he had offered a large ransom for his daughter if she could be found, the Egyptians had enquired whether she were dumb, and that he had answered โ€œno.โ€ No doubt Xanthe had lost the power of speech through grief, terror, and suffering.

The joy of the king was unspeakable, and Uarda was never tired of gazing at his daughter and holding her hand.

Then she turned to the interpreter.

โ€œTell me,โ€ she said. โ€œHow do I say โ€˜I am so very happy?โ€™โ€

He told her, and she smilingly repeated his words. โ€œNow โ€˜Uarda will love you with all her heart?โ€™โ€ and she said it after him in broken accents that sounded so sweet and so heart-felt, that the old man clasped her to his breast.

Tears of emotion stood in Nefertโ€™s eyes, and when Uarda flung herself into her arms she said:

โ€œThe forlorn swan has found its kindred, the floating leaf has reached the shore, and must be happy now!โ€ Thus passed an hour of the purest happiness; at last the Greek king prepared to leave, and the wished to take Uarda with him; but Mena begged his permission to communicate all that had occurred to the Pharaoh and Bent-Anat, for Uarda was attached to the princessโ€™s train, and had been left in his charge, and he dared not trust her in any other hands without Bent-Anatโ€™s permission. Without waiting for the kingโ€™s reply he left the tent, hastened to the banqueting tent, and, as we know, Rameses and the princess had at once attended to his summons.

On the way Mena gave them a vivid description of the exciting events that had taken place, and Rameses, with a side glance at Bent-Anat, asked Rameri:

โ€œWould you be prepared to repair your errors, and to win the friendship of the Greek king by being betrothed to his granddaughter?โ€

The prince could not answer a word, but he clasped his fatherโ€™s hand, and kissed it so warmly that Rameses, as he drew it away, said:

โ€œI really believe that you have stolen a march on me, and have been studying diplomacy behind my back!โ€

Rameses met his noble opponent outside Menaโ€™s tent, and was about to offer

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