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The woman turned pale, and drew back from the hand the man stretched out towards her.

At this moment Pentaur, full of wrath, stepped between them.

He raised his hand in blessing over the woman, who bent low before him, and said, โ€œWhoever calls fervently on the Divinity is near to him. You are pure. Enter.โ€

As soon as she had disappeared within the temple, the priest turned to the gate-keeper and exclaimed: โ€œIs this how you serve the goddess, is this how you take advantage of a heart-wrung woman? Give me the keys of this gate. Your office is taken from you, and early to-morrow you go out in the fields, and keep the geese of Hathor.โ€

The porter threw himself on his knees with loud outcries; but Pentaur turned his back upon him, entered the sanctuary, and mounted the steps which led to his dwelling on the third terrace.

A few priests whom he passed turned their backs upon him, others looked down at their dinners, eating noisily, and making as if they did not see him. They had combined strongly, and were determined to expel the inconvenient intruder at any price.

Having reached his room, which had been splendidly decorated for his predecessor, Pentaur laid aside his new insignia, comparing sorrowfully the past and the present.

To what an exchange Ameni had condemned him! Here, wherever he looked, he met with sulkiness and aversion; while, when he walked through the courts of the House of Seti, a hundred boys would hurry towards him, and cling affectionately to his robe. Honored there by great and small, his every word had had its value; and when each day he gave utterance to his thoughts, what he bestowed came back to him refined by earnest discourse with his associates and superiors, and he gained new treasures for his inner life.

โ€œWhat is rare,โ€ thought he, โ€œis full of charm; and yet how hard it is to do without what is habitual!โ€ The occurrences of the last few days passed before his mental sight. Bent-Anatโ€™s image appeared before him, and took a more and more distinct and captivating form. His heart began to beat wildly, the blood rushed faster through his veins; he hid his face in his hands, and recalled every glance, every word from her lips.

โ€œI follow thee willingly,โ€ she had said to him before the hut of the paraschites. Now he asked himself whether he were worthy of such a follower.

He had indeed broken through the old bonds, but not to disgrace the house that was dear to him, only to let new light into its dim chambers.

โ€œTo do what we have earnestly felt to be right,โ€ said he to himself, โ€œmay seem worthy of punishment to men, but cannot before God.โ€

He sighed and walked out into the terrace in a mood of lofty excitement, and fully resolved to do here nothing but what was right, to lay the foundation of all that was good.

โ€œWe men,โ€ thought he, โ€œprepare sorrow when we come into the world, and lamentation when we leave it; and so it is our duty in the intermediate time to fight with suffering, and to sow the seeds of joy. There are many tears here to be wiped away. To work then!โ€ The poet found none of his subordinates on the upper terrace. They had all met in the forecourt of the temple, and were listening to the gate-keeperโ€™s tale, and seemed to sympathize with his angry complaintโ€”against whom Pentaur well knew.

With a firm step he went towards them and said:

โ€œI have expelled this man from among us, for he is a disgrace to us. To-morrow he quits the temple.โ€

โ€œI will go at once,โ€ replied the gate-keeper defiantly, โ€œand in behalf of the holy fathers (here he cast a significant glance at the priests), ask the high-priest Ameni if the unclean are henceforth to be permitted to enter this sanctuary.โ€

He was already approaching the gate, but Pentaur stepped before him, saying resolutely:

โ€œYou will remain here and keep the geese to-morrow, day after to-morrow, and until I choose to pardon you.โ€ The gate-keeper looked enquiringly at the priests. Not one moved.

โ€œGo back into your house,โ€ said Pentaur, going closer to him.

The porter obeyed.

Pentaur locked the door of the little room, gave the key to one of the temple-servants, and said: โ€œPerform his duty, watch the man, and if he escapes you will go after the geese to-morrow too. See, my friends, how many worshippers kneel there before our altarsโ€”go and fulfil your office. I will wait in the confessional to receive complaints, and to administer comfort.โ€

The priests separated and went to the votaries. Pentaur once more mounted the steps, and sat down in the narrow confessional which was closed by a curtain; on its wall the picture of Hatasu was to be seen, drawing the milk of eternal life from the udders of the cow Hathor.

He had hardly taken his place when a temple-servant announced the arrival of a veiled lady. The bearers of her litter were thickly veiled, and she had requested to be conducted to the confession chamber. The servant handed Pentaur a token by which the high-priest of the great temple of Anion, on the other bank of the Nile, granted her the privilege of entering the inner rooms of the temple with the Rechiu, and to communicate with all priests, even with the highest of the initiated.

The poet withdrew behind a curtain, and awaited the stranger with a disquiet that seemed to him all the more singular that he had frequently found himself in a similar position. Even the noblest dignitaries had often been transferred to him by Ameni when they had come to the temple to have their visions interpreted.

A tall female figure entered the still, sultry stone room, sank on her knees, and put up a long and absorbed prayer before the figure of Hathor. Pentaur also, seen by no one, lifted his hands, and fervently addressed himself to the omnipresent spirit with a prayer for strength and purity.

Just as his arms fell the lady raised her head. It was as though the prayers of the two souls had united to mount upwards together.

The veiled lady rose and dropped her veil.

It was Bent-Anat.

In the agitation of her soul she had sought the goddess Hathor, who guides the beating heart of woman and spins the threads which bind man and wife.

โ€œHigh mistress of heaven! many-named and beautiful!โ€ she began to pray aloud, โ€œgolden Hathor! who knowest grief and ecstasyโ€”the present and the futureโ€”draw near to thy child, and guide the spirit of thy servant, that he may advise me well. I am the daughter of a father who is great and noble and truthful as one of the Gods. He advises meโ€”he will never compel meโ€”to yield to a man whom I can never love. Nay, another has met me, humble in birth but noble in spirit and in giftsโ€”โ€

Thus far, Pentaur, incapable of speech, had overheard the princess.

Ought he to remain concealed and

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