The king smiled, laid his hand on Mena’s shoulder, and said, as he looked in his face:  “Your wife will trust you, although you take a strange woman into your tent, and you allow yourself to doubt her because her cousin gives her some flowers!  Is that wise or just?  I believe you are jealous of the broad-shouldered ruffian that some spiteful Wight laid in the nest of the noble Mohar, his father.”

“No, that I am not,” replied Mena, “nor does any doubt of Nefert disturb my soul; but it torments me, it nettles me, it disgusts me, that Paaker of all men, whom I loathe as a venomous spider, should look at her and make her presents under my very roof.”

“He who looks for faith must give faith,” said the king.  “And must not I myself submit to accept songs of praise from the most contemptible wretches?  Come—­smooth your brow; think of the approaching victory, of our return home, and remember that you have less to forgive Paaker than he to forgive you.  Now, pray go and see to the horses, and to-morrow morning let me see you on my chariot full of cheerful courage—­as I love to see you.”

Mena left the tent, and went to the stables; there he met Rameri, who was waiting to speak to him.  The eager boy said that he had always looked up to him and loved him as a brilliant example, but that lately he had been perplexed as to his virtuous fidelity, for he had been informed that Mena had taken a strange woman into his tent—­he who was married to the fairest and sweetest woman in Thebes.

“I have known her,” he concluded, “as well as if I were her brother; and I know that she would die if she heard that you had insulted and disgraced her.  Yes, insulted her; for such a public breach of faith is an insult to the wife of an Egyptian.  Forgive my freedom of speech, but who knows what to-morrow may bring forth—­and I would not for worlds go out to battle, thinking evil of you.”

Mena let Rameri speak without interruption, and then answered: 

“You are as frank as your father, and have learned from him to hear the defendant before you condemn him.  A strange maiden, the daughter of the king of the Danaids,

[A people of the Greeks at the time of the Trojan war.  They are mentioned among the nations of the Mediterranean allied against Rameses III.  The Dardaneans were inhabitants of the Trojan provinces of Dardanin, and whose name was used for the Trojans generally.]

lives in my tent, but I for months have slept at the door of your father’s, and I have not once entered my own since she has been there.  Now sit down by me, and let me tell you how it all happened.  We had pitched the camp before Kadesh, and there was very little for me to do, as Rameses was still laid up with his wound, so I often passed my time in hunting on the shores of the lake.  One day I went as usual, armed only with my bow and arrow, and, accompanied by my grey-hounds, heedlessly followed a hare; a troop of Danaids fell upon me, bound me with cords, and led me into their camp.