of the king, had dismounted at the gate, and was approaching the garden
with the prince Rameri.

Nefert left her couch, and went with her mother to meet the exalted
visitors.

As the mother and daughter bowed to kiss the robe of the princess, Bent-
Anat signed them back from her. "Keep farther from me," she said; "the
priests have not yet entirely absolved me from my uncleanness."

"And in spite of them thou art clean in the sight of Ra!" exclaimed the
boy who accompanied her, her brother of seventeen, who was brought up at
the House of Seti, which however he was to leave in a few weeks--and he
kissed her.

"I shall complain to Ameni of this wild boy," said Bent-Anat smiling.
"He would positively accompany me. Your husband, Nefert, is his model,
and I had no peace in the house, for we came to bring you good news."

"From Mena?" asked the young wife, pressing her hand to her heart.

"As you say," returned Bent-Anat. "My father praises his ability, and
writes that he, before all others, will have his choice at the dividing
of the spoil."

Nefert threw a triumphant glance at her mother, and Katuti drew a deep
breath.

Bent-Anat stroked Nefert's cheeks like those of a child. Then she turned
to Katuti, led her into the garden, and begged her to aid her, who had so