this tomb," Kenkenes explained, returning to her. In a
few words he told her the story as Hotep had told it to him.

"Canst thou discover the name?" she asked when he had finished.

"The sarcophagus is plain. There is no inscription within yonder
crypt, for I have this moment looked. But let me examine this writing
here by the door."

After a while he spoke again. "The name is not given. It says only
this:

'The Spouse to Potiphar,
Captain of the Royal Guard to
Apepa, Child of the Sun,
In the Twelfth Year of Whose Luminous Reign
She Died.
Rejected by the Forty-two at On, because of
Unchastity,
She Lies Here,
Until Admitted to the Divine Pardon of Osiris.'"

"Aye, I know," Deborah responded. "It is history to the glory of a son
of Abraham. Him, who brought our people here, she would have tempted,
but he would have none of her. Therefore she bore false witness
against him and he was thrust into prison.

"But the God of Israel does not suffer for ever His chosen to be
unjustly served, and he was finally exalted over Upper and Lower
Mizraim. And honor and long life and a perfumed memory are his, and
she--lo! she hath done one good thing. Her house hath become a shelter
for the oppressed and for that may she find peace at last."

Kenkenes looked at the old woman with admiring eyes. The quaint speech
of the Hebrews had always fascinated him, but now it had become melody
in his ears. In this, the first moment of mental idleness since
midday, he had time to think on Deborah. He knew that he had seen her
before, and now he remembered that it was she who had transfixed him
with a look on an occasion when Israel had first come to Masaarah.

But he did not remind her of the incident. Instead, he set about
counteracting any effect that might follow should her memory, unaided,
recall the occurrence. He had put her down on the matting, and the
running spiders and slower insects worried her.

"A murrain on the bugs," he said. "We shall have a creepy night of it.
Let us bottle this treasure and lay the mattress out of their reach on
the sarcophagus. Endure them a while, Deborah, till we make thee a
refuge."

He set the lamp in the opening from the outer into the inner crypt and
entered the second chamber. Rachel followed him, and the old Israelite
watched them with brilliant eyes.

Kenkenes swept t