with a decision which surprised even her mother--

"The orders of my husband must be obeyed. The horses that Mena loves
shall stay in their stalls. Take this armlet that the king gave me; it
is worth more than twenty horses."

The steward examined the trinket, richly set with precious stones, and
looked enquiringly at Katuti. She shrugged her shoulders, nodded
consent, and said--

"Abscha shall hold it as a pledge till Mena's booty arrives. For a year
your husband has sent nothing of importance."

When the steward was gone, Nefert stretched herself again on her couch
and said wearily:

"I thought we were rich."

"We might be," said Katuti bitterly; but as she perceived that Nefert's
cheeks again were glowing, she said amiably, "Our high rank imposes great
duties on us. Princely blood flows in our veins, and the eyes of the
people are turned on the wife of the most brilliant hero in the king's
army. They shall not say that she is neglected by her husband. How long
Mena remains away!"

"I hear a noise in the court," said Nefert. "The Regent is coming."

Katuti turned again towards the garden.

A breathless slave rushed in, and announced that Bent-Anat, the daughter