to him.

Kenkenes looked at the lyre and did not answer at once. There was no
song in his heart and a moody silence seemed more like to possess his
lips. His audience, too, was not in the temper for song. He took in
the expression of the guests with a single comprehensive glance.
Siptah's hands were clenched and his face was blackened with a frown.
Ta-user's silken brows were lifted, and even the pallid countenance of
the prince was set and his eyes were fixed on nothing. Seti was
entangled by the princess' witchery and he saw no one else. Io,
blanched and miserable, forgotten by Seti, forgot all others. In his
heart Kenkenes knew that Nechutes was unhappy and Hotep and Masanath;
and even if there were those in the banquet-room who had no overweening
sorrow, the evident discontent of the troubled oppressed them.

Far from finding inspiration for song in the faces of the guests,
Kenkenes felt an impulse to rush out of the atmosphere of unrest and
unhappiness into the solitary night, where no intrusion of another's
sorrow could dispute the great triumph of his own grief. The bitter
soul in him longed to laugh at the idea of singing.

The hesitation between Senci's invitation and his answer was not
noticeable. He put the instrument out of his reach, tossing it on a
cushion a little distance away.

"Not so reluctant," he said, turning his face toward the lady, "as
unready. I have exhausted my trove of songs for this self-same
company,--wherefore they will not listen to reiteration, which is ever
insipid."

Senci wisely accepted his excuse, and pressed him no further. One or
two of the more observant members of the company looked at him, with
comprehension in their eyes. Seldom, indeed, had Kenkenes refused to
sing, and his reluctance corroborated their suspicions that all was not
well with the young artist.

The irrepressible Menes observed to Io in one of his characteristic
undertones, but so that all the company heard it: "What makes us surly
to-night? Look at Kenkenes; I think he is in love! What aileth thee,
sweet Io? Hast lost much to that gambling pair--Ta-meri and Nechutes?
And behold thy fellows! What a sulky lot! I am the most cheerful
spirit among us."

"Boast not," she responded; "it is not a virtue in you. You would be
blithe in Amenti, for one can not get mournful music out of a timbrel."

The soldier's eyes opened, and he caught at her, but she eluded him and
growled prettily under h