e the earth. I advise thee, then, to go and to
take Libyan elders hence to Memphis, and, falling on thy face before
the leader and the god in this world, to repeat the humble prayer,
which I have heard here from thee.

"I know not what the effect of thy prayer will be; but since the gods
never turn from him who implores and is repentant, I have a feeling
that Thou wilt not meet a bad reception.

"And now show me the gifts intended for his holiness, so that I may
judge whether they will move the heart of the all-powerful pharaoh."

At this moment Mentezufis gave a sign to Pentuer who was standing on
the prince's chariot.

When Pentuer descended and approached the holy man with honor,
Mentezufis whispered,

"I fear lest the triumph may rise to the head of our young lord over
much. Dost Thou not think it would be wise to interrupt the solemnity
in some way?"

"On the contrary," answered Pentuer, "do not interrupt the solemnity,
and I guarantee that he will not have a joyous face."

"Thou wilt perform a miracle."

"If I succeed I shall merely show him that in this world great delight
is attended by deep suffering."

"Do as Thou wishest," said Mentezufis, "for the gods have given thee
wisdom worthy a member of the highest council."

Trumpets and drums were heard, and the triumphal review began.

At the head of it went naked slaves bearing gifts. Rich Libyans guarded
these bondmen who carried gold and silver divinities, boxes filled with
perfumes, enameled vessels, stuffs, furniture, finally gold dishes
dotted with rubies, sapphires, and emeralds. The slaves who bore these
had shaven heads and were gagged lest some one of them might steal a
costly jewel.

Ramses rested both hands on the edge of the chariot and looked from the
height of the hill at the Libyans, and at his own men, as a golden-
headed eagle looks down on many colored partridges. Pride filled the
prince from foot to head, and all present felt that it was impossible
to have more power than was possessed by that victorious commander.

But in one instant the prince's eyes lost their brightness, and on his
face the bitterest surprise was depicted. Pentuer was standing near
him,

"Bend thy ear, lord," whispered he. "Since Thou hast left Pi-Bast
wondrous changes have taken place there. Thy Phoenician woman, Kama,
has fled with Lykon."

"With Lykon?" repeated the prince.

"Move not, Erpatr, and show not to thousands that Thou feelest sorrow
in the