that they talk to me--it is enough."

"For me it would be more than enough," said the boy, "but then I am not
called Child of Amen, who only worship Menthu, God of War."



When Rames was seven years of age, every morning he was taken to school
in the temple, where the priests taught him to write with pens of reed
upon tablets of wood, and told him more about the gods of Egypt than he
ever wanted to hear again. During these hours, except when she was being
instructed by the great ladies of the Court, or by high-priestesses,
Tua was left solitary, since by the command of Pharaoh no other children
were allowed to play with her, perhaps because there were none in the
temple of her age whose birth was noble.

Once when he came back from his school in the evening Rames asked her
if she had not been lonely without him. She answered, No, as she had
another companion.

"Who is it?" he asked jealously. "Show me and I will fight him."

"No one that you can see, Rames," she replied. "Only my own Ka."

"Your Ka! I have heard of Kas, but I never saw one. What is it like?"

"Just like me, except that it throws no shadow, and only comes when I
am quite by myself, and then, although I hear it often, I see it rarely,
for it is mixed up with the light."