st display a courteous spirit in Tape, a year agone."

"Thou hast repaid me with the flattery of thy remembrance, Lady
Miriam," he replied.

"Thy speech publishes thee as noble," she went on calmly. "Thy name?"

"Kenkenes, the son of Mentu, the murket."

Her lips parted suddenly and her eyes gleamed.

"See yonder tent," she said, indicating a pavilion of new cloth, reared
not far from the quarters of Moses. "Repair thither and await till I
send to thee."

Without pausing for an answer she swept on, her maidens following, damp
of brow and bright of eye.

Kenkenes turned toward the tent. A Hebrew at the entrance lifted the
side without a word and signed him to enter.

The interior was not yet fully furnished. A rug of Memphian weave
covered the sand and a taboret was placed in the center.

Presently the serving-man entered with a laver of sea-water, and an
Israelitish robe, fringed and bound at the selvage with blue. With the
despatch and adroitness of one long used to personal service, he
attended the young Egyptian, and dressed him in the stately garments of
his own people. When his service was complete, he took up the bowl and
cast-off dress and went forth.

After a time he brought in a couch-like divan, dressed it with fringed
linen and strewed it with cushions; next, he suspended a cluster of
lamps from the center-pole; set a tiny inlaid table close to the couch,
and on the table put a bottle of wine and a beaker; and brought last a
heap of fine rugs and coverings which he laid in one corner. The tent
was furnished and nobly. The man bowed before Kenkenes, awaiting the
Egyptian's further pleasure, but at a sign from the young man, bowed
again and retired.

Kenkenes went over to the divan and sat down on it, to wait.

Presently some one entered behind him. He arose and turned. Before
him was the most welcome picture his bereaved eyes could have looked
upon. His visitor was all in shimmering white and wore no ornament
except a collar of golden rings. What need of further adornment when
she was mantled and crowned with a glory of golden hair? Except that
the face was marble white and the eyes dark and large with quiet
sorrow, it was the same divinely beautiful Rachel!

It may have been that he was beyond the recuperative influence of
sudden joy, or that the unexpected restoration of his love might have
swept away his forces had he been in full strength; but whatever the
cause, Kenkenes sank