On the face of one were stamped a strong will and the power of firmly guiding his life and commanding himself; on the other, an amiable desire to overlook the faults and defects of the world, and to contemplate life as it painted itself in the transfiguring magic-mirror of his poet’s soul.  Frankness and enjoyment spoke in his sparkling eye, but the subtle smile on his lips when he was engaged in a discussion, or when his soul was stirred, betrayed that Pentaur, far from childlike carelessness, had fought many a severe mental battle, and had tasted the dark waters of doubt.

At this moment mingled feelings were struggling in his soul.  He felt as if he must withstand the speaker; and yet the powerful presence of the other exercised so strong an influence over his mind, long trained to submission, that he was silent, and a pious thrill passed through him when Ameni’s hands were laid on his shoulders.

“I blame you,” said the high-priest, while he firmly held the young man, “nay, to my sorrow I must chastise you; and yet,” he said, stepping back and taking his right hand, “I rejoice in the necessity, for I love you and honor you, as one whom the Unnameable has blessed with high gifts and destined to great things.  Man leaves a weed to grow unheeded or roots it up but you are a noble tree, and I am like the gardener who has forgotten to provide it with a prop, and who is now thankful to have detected a bend that reminds him of his neglect.  You look at me enquiringly, and I can see in your eyes that I seem to you a severe judge.  Of what are you accused?  You have suffered an institution of the past to be set aside.  It does not matter—­so the short-sighted and heedless think; but I say to you, you have doubly transgressed, because the wrong-doer was the king’s daughter, whom all look up to, great and small, and whose actions may serve as an example to the people.  On whom then must a breach of the ancient institutions lie with the darkest stain if not on the highest in rank?  In a few days it will be said the paraschites are men even as we are, and the old law to avoid them as unclean is folly.  And will the reflections of the people, think you, end there, when it is so easy for them to say that he who errs in one point may as well fail in all?  In questions of faith, my son, nothing is insignificant.  If we open one tower to the enemy he is master of the whole fortress.  In these unsettled times our sacred lore is like a chariot on the declivity of a precipice, and under the wheels thereof a stone.  A child takes away the stone, and the chariot rolls down into the abyss and is dashed to pieces.  Imagine the princess to be that child, and the stone a loaf that she would fain give to feed a beggar.  Would you then give it to her if your father and your mother and all that is dear and precious to you were in the chariot?  Answer not! the princess will visit the paraschites again to-morrow.  You must await her in the man’s hut, and there inform her that she has transgressed and must crave to be purified by us.  For this time you are excused from any further punishment.