“I understand all of these things, Queen.”

“Then awake, Rames, look to the future and understand that also, if, as I think, you have the wit.  I am sending you with a strong escort, am I not?  Well, that King of Kesh is old and feeble, and you have a claim upon his crown.  Take it, man, and set it on your head, and as King of Kesh ask the hand of Egypt’s Queen in marriage.  Then who would say you nay—­not Egypt’s Queen, I think, or the people of Egypt who hunger for the rich Southern Land which they have lost.”

So she spoke, and as these high words passed her lips she looked so splendid and so royal that, dazzled by the greatness of her majesty.  Rames bowed himself before her as before the presence of a god.  Then, aware that she was trying him in the balance of her judgment, he straightened himself and spoke to her as prince speaks to prince.

“Star of Amen,” he said, “it is true that though here we are but your humble subjects, the blood of my father and of myself is as high as yours, and perhaps more ancient, and it is true that now yonder Amathel is dead, after my father, in virtue of those who went before us I have more right than any other to the inheritance of Kesh.  Queen, I hear your words, I will take it if I can, not for its own sake, but to win you, and if I fail you will know that I died doing my best.  Queen, we part and this is a far journey.  Perhaps we may never meet again; at the best we must be separated for long.  Queen, you have honoured me with your love, and therefore I ask a promise of you, not as a woman only, but as Queen.  I ask that however strait may be the circumstances, whatever reasons of State may push you on, while I live you will take no other man to husband—­no, not even if he offers you half the world in dower.”

“I give it,” she answered.  “If you should learn that I am wed to any man upon the earth then spit upon my name as a woman, and as Queen cast me off and overthrow me if you can.  Deal with me, Rames, as in such a case I will deal with you.  Only be sure of your tidings ere you believe them.  Now there is nothing more to say.  Farewell to you, Rames, till we meet again beneath or beyond the sun.  Our royal pact is made.  Come, seal it and begone.”

She rose and stretched out her sceptre to him, which he kissed as her faithful subject.  Next, with a swift movement, she lifted the golden uraeus circlet from her brow and for a moment set it on his head, crowning him her king, and while it rested there she, the Queen of Egypt, bent the knee before him and did him homage.  Then she cast down crown and sceptre, and as woman fell upon her lover’s breast while the bright rays of morning, flowing suddenly through the eastern window-place of that splendid hall, struck upon them both, clothing them in a robe of glory and of flame.

Soon, very soon, it was done and Tua, seated there in light, watched Rames depart into the outer shadow, wondering when and how she would see him come again.  For her heart was heavy within her, and even in this hour of triumphant love she greatly feared the future and its gifts.