“What do you see?” asked Kaku, following her gaze to the crystal.

She told him, and he pondered a while, then answered doubtfully: 

“I think it is a good omen; the royal consort sits beside her.  Only why was his face hidden?”

“I am sure I do not know,” answered Merytra.  “I think that strong, red wine of yours was doctored and has got into my head.  But, come, we have sworn this oath, which I dare say will work in more ways than we guess, for such accursed swords have two edges to them.  Now out with the plot, and throw a cloth over that crystal for I want to see no more pictures.”

“It seems a pity since you have such a gift of vision,” replied Kaku in the same dubious voice.  Yet he obeyed, tying up the shining ball in a piece of mummy wrapping which he used in his spells.

“Now,” he said, “I will be brief.  My fat master, Abi, means to be Pharaoh of Egypt, and it seems that the best way to do so is by climbing into his niece’s throne, where most men would like to sit.”

“You mean by marrying her, Kaku.”

“Of course.  What else?  He who marries the Queen, rules in right of the Queen.”

“Indeed.  Do you know anything of Neter-Tua?”

“As much as any other man knows; but what do you mean?”

“I mean that I shall be sorry for the husband who marries her against her will, however beautiful and high-placed she may be.  I tell you that woman is a flame.  She has more strength in her than all the magicians in Egypt, yourself among them.  They say she is a daughter of Amen, and I believe it.  I believe that the god dwells in her, and woe be to him whom she may chance to hate, if he comes to her as a husband.”

“That is Abi’s business, is it not?  Our business, Merytra, is to get him there.  Now we may take it this will not be with her consent.”

“Certainly not, Kaku,” she answered.  “The gossip goes that she is in love with young Count Rames, who fought and killed the Prince of Kesh before her eyes, and now has gone to make amends to the king his father at the head of an army.”

“That may be true, Merytra.  Why not?  He is her foster-brother and of royal blood, bold, too, and handsome, they say.  Well, queens have no business to be in love.  That is the privilege of humbler folk like you and me, Merytra.  Say, is she suspicious—­about Prince Abi, I mean?”

“I do not know, but Asti, her nurse and favourite lady, the wife of Mermes and mother of Rames, is suspicious enough.  She is a greater magician than you are, Kaku, and if she could have had her way Pharaoh would never have set foot in Memphis.  But I got your letter and over-persuaded him, the poor fool.  You see he thinks me faithful to his House, and that is why I am allowed to be here to-night, to collect information.”

“Ah!  Well, what Asti knows the Queen will know, and she is stronger than Pharaoh, and notwithstanding all Abi’s ships and soldiers, may break away from Memphis and make war upon him.  So it comes to this—­Pharaoh must stay here, for his daughter will not desert him.”