n of my
household. I will hide somewhere in the garden; if not, I shall not
sleep and to-morrow I shall look like a hen just pulled out of a
cistern."

"Where am I to seek thee in case of need?" asked Tutmosis.

"Oho! ho!" laughed the heir. "Seek me nowhere. I shall appear of myself
when the trumpet is sounded."

And throwing over his shoulders a long mantle with a hood, he slipped
out to the garden. Through the garden were prowling soldiers, kitchen
boys, and other servants. In the whole space about the palace order had
disappeared, as usual before an expedition. Noting this, Ramses turned
to the densest part of the park, found a little arbor formed of grape-
vines, and threw himself on a bench satisfied.

"Here neither priests nor women will find me," muttered the viceroy.

He fell asleep immediately, and slept like a stone.

Kama had felt ill for some days. To her irritation was joined some
peculiar weakness and pain in the joints. Then there was an itching of
her face, but especially of her forehead above the eyebrows.

These minute symptoms seemed to her so alarming that she ceased to
dread assassination, but straightway she sat down before a mirror, and
told her servants to withdraw and leave her. At such times she thought
neither of Ramses nor the hated Sarah; all her attention was fixed on
those spots which an untrained eye would not have even noticed.

"A spot yes, these are spots," whispered she, full of terror. "Two,
three O Astaroth, but Thou wilt not punish thy priestess in this way!
Death would be better But again what folly! If I rub my forehead, the
spots will be redder. Evidently something has bitten me, or I have used
impure oil in anointing. I will wash, and the spots will be gone by to-
morrow."

The morrow came, but the spots had not vanished.

Kama called a servant.

"Listen!" said she. "Look at me!"

But as she spoke she sat down in a less lighted part of the chamber.

"Listen and look!" said she, in a stifled voice. "Dost Thou see spots
on my face? But come no nearer."

"I see nothing," answered the serving woman.

"Neither under my left eye nor on my brows?" asked she, with growing
irritation.

"Let the lady be pleased graciously to sit with the side of her face to
the light," said the woman.

Of course that request enraged Kama.

"Away, wretch," cried she; "show thyself no more to me!"

When the serving-woman fled, her mistress rushed feverishly to the
dressing-table, o