er. "No
man uncovered so great a problem, alone, in a moment. How shall I find
God in an hour?"

"O had I the tongue of Miriam!" she exclaimed.

"Go not yet. Wilt thou give me up, after a single effort? Miriam
could not win me, nor all thy priests. I shall be led by thee alone.
A day longer--an hour--"

"But after the manner of man, thou wilt put off and wait and wait.
Thou art too able, Kenkenes, too full of power for aid of mine--"

"Rachel, if thou goest into Goshen--" he began passionately, but she
clutched him wildly, as if to hold him, though death itself dragged at
her fingers.

"Hide me!" she gasped in a terrified whisper. "The servant of Har-hat!"

At the mention of his enemy's name, Kenkenes turned swiftly about.

Two half-clad Nubians were at the river's edge, hauling up an elegant
passage boat. It was deep of draft and had many sets of oars.
Approaching over the sand, hesitatingly, and with timid glances toward
the tomb beyond, were four others. The foremost was the youth he had
seen in Thebes. The next wore a striped tunic. Fourth and last was
Unas.

"Now, by my soul," Kenkenes exclaimed aloud, "there is no more mystery
concerning the boy." He turned and took Rachel in his arms.

"Now, do thou test the helpfulness of thy God! I have been tricked and
I see no help for us. Enter the tomb and close the door, and since
thou lovest honor better than liberty, let this be thine escape."

He put his only weapon, his dagger, into her hands. For an instant he
gazed at her tense white face; then bending over her, he kissed her
once and put her behind him.

"Go," he said.

"What want ye?" he demanded of the men.

"A slave," Unas answered evilly, stepping to the fore.

"Your authority?" The fat courier flourished a document and held up a
blue jewel, hanging about his neck. Meneptah had forgotten his promise
to return the lapis-lazuli signet to Mentu.

"Thou art undone, knave!" the courier added with a short laugh. He
clapped his hands and the four Nubians advanced rapidly upon Kenkenes.
There was to be no parley.

Kenkenes glanced at the youth. He was not full grown,--spare, light
and small in stature.

"I am sorry for thee, boy," Kenkenes muttered. "Thy gods judge between
thee and me!"

The Nubians, two by two, each man ready to spring, rushed.

With a bound, Kenkenes seized the youth by the ankles and swung him
like an animate bludgeon over his head. The attacking party was