she began and paused.

"Wherein doth that make me useful?"

"Much can be done with gold. Is there none in need?"

"None who asks has been denied. Yet what right have I to deal alms to
them from whom my riches come? If I yielded up everything, to my very
cloak, should I have done more than return to them what they have given
me? I should still be a penniless prince, more useless than ever." He
sat down on the broad lintel capping the parapet, but retained her hand.

"Ta-user," he continued, as she opened her lips to speak, "what wouldst
thou have me do?"

"I would have thee be useful."

"I shall throw away my lordly trappings," he said, "and become a lifter
of the shadoof[1] this day."

"Seti," she said sternly, putting his hand away, "with thy people
imperiled by the sorcery of a wizard, with thy realm desolated by the
plagues of his sending, canst thou, on whom I have built so much, thus
lightly consider thy uses and ignore the things set at thy very hand to
do?"

The prince looked at her with not a little discomfiture showing on his
young face. But the interrogation was emphatic, and she awaited an
answer.

"I have no weight with my father," he said soberly. "Thou knowest that
Egypt will never have peace until the Hebrews depart. But I can not
persuade my father to release them and I can not persuade the Israelite
to content himself to stay. Thou dost demand much of me if thou dost
demand of me the impossible."

As much of contempt as it was wise to show glimmered in her eyes.

"And thou art at thy wits' end?" she asked.

"A little way to go. Help me, Ta-user. Bear with me."

She moved closer to him and absently smoothed down the fine locks,
disordered by the wind. Presently she lifted his face and said with
sudden impulsiveness:

"Dost, of a truth, believe everything that is told thee?"

"Am I over-credulous?" he asked.

"Thou art. Thou believest this Hebrew to be honest in his show of
interest in his people?"

"I can not doubt him, Ta-user. One has but to see him to be convinced."

"One has but to see him to know that he might be coaxed into
passiveness with that for which an Israelite would sell his
mummy--gold!"

"Nay! Nay!" Seti exclaimed. "Thou dost wrong him! He is the soul of
misdirected zeal. His is an earnestness not to be frightened with
death nor abated with bribes."

She laughed a cool little laugh.

"Deliver to him but the price he names, and the Israelitish