“Thou?” said the chamberlain.

“I,” answered the princess with decision.  The priest who up to this moment had remained a silent witness of the scene raised his right hand as in blessing and spoke.

“Thou hast done well.  The Hathors fashioned thy heart and the Lady of Truth guides it.  Thou hast broken in on our night-prayers to request us to send a doctor to the injured girl?”

[Hathor was Isis under a substantial form.  She is the goddess of the pure, light heaven, and bears the Sun-disk between cow-horns on a cow’s head or on a human head with cow’s ears.  She was named the Fair, and all the pure joys of life are in her gift.  Later she was regarded as a Muse who beautifies life with enjoyment, love, song, and the dance.  She appears as a good fairy by the cradle of children and decides their lot in life.  She bears many names:  and several, generally seven, Hathors were represented, who personified the attributes and influence of the goddess.]

“Thou hast said.”

“I will ask the high-priest to send the best leech for outward wounds immediately to the child.  But where is the house of the paraschites Pinem?  I do not know it.”

“Northwards from the terrace of Hatasu,—­[A great queen of the 18th dynasty and guardian of two Pharaohs]—­close to—­; but I will charge one of my attendants to conduct the leech.  Besides, I want to know early in the morning how the child is doing.—­Paaker.”

The rough visitor, whom we already know, thus called upon, bowed to the earth, his arms hanging by his sides, and asked: 

“What dost thou command?”

“I appoint you guide to the physician,” said the princess.  “It will be easy to the king’s pioneer to find the little half-hidden house again—­

[The title here rendered pioneer was that of an officer whose duties were those at once of a scout and of a Quarter-Master General.  In unknown and comparatively savage countries it was an onerous post.  —­Translator.]

besides, you share my guilt, for,” she added, turning to the priest, “I confess that the misfortune happened because I would try with my horses to overtake Paaker’s Syrian racers, which he declared to be swifter than the Egyptian horses.  It was a mad race.”

“And Amon be praised that it ended as it did,” exclaimed the master of the ceremonies.  “Packer’s chariot lies dashed in pieces in the valley, and his best horse is badly hurt.”

“He will see to him when he has taken the physician to the house of the paraschites,” said the princess.  “Dost thou know, Penbesa—­thou anxious guardian of a thoughtless girl—­that to-day for the first time I am glad that my father is at the war in distant Satiland?”—­[Asia].

“He would not have welcomed us kindly!” said the master of the ceremonies, laughing.

“But the leech, the leech!” cried Bent-Anat.  “Packer, it is settled then.  You will conduct him, and bring us to-morrow morning news of the wounded girl.”