“If such be Pharaoh’s will, let Pharaoh’s will be done,” said Seti most humbly.  “Well I know my own unworthiness to fill so high a station, and by all the gods I swear that my beloved sister will find no more faithful subject than myself.”

“You mean, Seti,” interrupted Userti, “that rather than marry me you would abandon your right to the double crown.  Truly I am honoured.  Seti, whether you reign or I, I will not marry you.”

“What words are these I hear?” cried Meneptah.  “Is there indeed one in this land of Egypt who dares to say that Pharaoh’s decree shall be disobeyed?  Write it down, Scribes, and you, O Officers, let it be proclaimed from Thebes to the sea, that on the third day from now at the hour of noon in the temple of Hathor in this city, the Prince, the Royal Heir, Seti Meneptah, Beloved of Ra, will wed the Royal Princess of Egypt, Lily of Love, Beloved of Hathor, Userti, Daughter of me, the god.”

“Life!  Blood!  Strength!” called all the Court.

Then, guided by some high officer, the Prince Seti was led before the throne and the Princess Userti was set beside him, or rather facing him.  According to the ancient custom a great gold cup was brought and filled with red wine, to me it looked like blood.  Userti took the cup and, kneeling, gave it to the Prince, who drank and gave it back to her that she might also drink in solemn token of their betrothal.  Is not the scene graven on the broad bracelets of gold which in after days Seti wore when he sat upon the throne, those same bracelets that at a future time I with my own hands clasped about the wrists of dead Userti?

Then he stretched out his hand which she touched with her lips, and bending down he kissed her on the brow.  Lastly, Pharaoh, descending to the lowest step of the throne, laid his sceptre, first upon the head of the Prince, and next upon that of the Princess, blessing them both in the name of himself, of his Ka or Double, and of the spirits and Kas of all their forefathers, kings and queens of Egypt, thus appointing them to come after him when he had been gathered to the bosom of the gods.

These things done, he departed in state, surrounded by his court, preceded and followed by his guards and leaning on the arm of the Princess Userti, whom he loved better than anyone in the world.

A while later I stood alone with the Prince in his private chamber, where I had first seen him.

“That is finished,” he said in a cheerful voice, “and I tell you, Ana, that I feel quite, quite happy.  Have you ever shivered upon the bank of a river of a winter morning, fearing to enter, and yet, when you did enter, have you not been pleased to find that the icy water refreshed you and made you not cold but hot?”

“Yes, Prince.  It is when one comes out of the water, if the wind blows and no sun shines, that one feels colder than before.”

“True, Ana, and therefore one must not come out.  One should stop there till one—­drowns or is eaten by a crocodile.  But, say, did I do it well?”