to-night. Rames, you are going on a far journey. I wonder if we shall
ever meet again."

"I do not know," he answered with a groan, "but for my sake it is better
that we should not. O Morning Star, why did you save me this night, who
would have been glad to die? Did not that Ka of yours tell you that I
should have been glad to die, or my mother, who is a magician?"

"I have seen nothing of my Ka, Rames, since we played together in the
temple--ah! those were happy days, were they not? And your mother is a
discreet lady who does not talk to me about you, except to warn me not
to show you any favour, lest others should be jealous and murder you.
Shall you then be sorry if we do not meet again? Scarcely, I suppose,
since you seem so anxious to die and be rid of me and all things that we
know."

Now Rames pressed his hand upon his heart as though to still its
beating, and looked round him in despair. For, indeed, that heart of his
felt as though it must burst.

"Tua," he gasped desperately, "can you for a minute forget that you are
Queen of the Upper and the Lower Land, who perhaps will soon be Pharaoh,
the mightiest monarch in the world, and remember only that you are a
woman, and as a woman hear a secret and keep it close?"

"We have been talking secrets, Rames, as we used to do, you remember,
long ago, and you will not tell mine which deal with the State. Why,
then, should I tell yours? But be short, it grows late, or rather early,
and as you know, we shall not meet again."