Among the curious who had flocked together were many embalmers, laborers, and humble folk, who lived in the Necropolis.  The mutinous and refractory temper of the Egyptians, which brought such heavy suffering on them under their later foreign rulers, was aroused, and rising with every minute.  They reviled the pride of the priests, and their senseless, worthless, institutions.  A drunken soldier, who soon reeled back into the tavern which he had but just left, distinguished himself as ringleader, and was the first to pick up a heavy stone to fling at the huge brass-plated temple gates.  A few boys followed his example with shouts, and law-abiding men even, urged by the clamor of fanatical women, let themselves be led away to stone-flinging and words of abuse.

Within the House of Seti the priests’ chant went on uninterruptedly; but at last, when the noise of the crowd grew louder, the great gate was thrown open, and with a solemn step Ameni, in full robes, and followed by twenty pastophori—­[An order of priests]—­who bore images of the Gods and holy symbols on their shoulders—­Ameni walked into the midst of the crowd.

All were silent.

“Wherefore do you disturb our worship?” he asked loudly and calmly.

A roar of confused cries answered him, in which the frequently repeated name of Bent-Anat could alone be distinguished.

Ameni preserved his immoveable composure, and, raising his crozier, he cried—­

“Make way for the daughter of Rameses, who sought and has found purification from the Gods, who behold the guilt of the highest as of the lowest among you.  They reward the pious, but they punish the offender.  Kneel down and let us pray that they may forgive you, and bless both you and your children.”

Ameni took the holy Sistrum

[A rattling metal instrument used by the Egyptians in the service of the Gods.  Many specimens are extant in Museums.  Plutarch describes it correctly, thus:  “The Sistrum is rounded above, and the loop holds the four bars which are shaken.”  On the bend of the Sistrum they often set the head of a cat with a human face.]

from one of the attendant pastophori, and held it on high; the priests behind him raised a solemn hymn, and the crowd sank on their knees; nor did they move till the chant ceased and the high-priest again cried out: 

“The Immortals bless you by me their servant.  Leave this spot and make way for the daughter of Rameses.”

With these words he withdrew into the temple, and the patrol, without meeting with any opposition, cleared the road guarded by Sphinxes which led to the Nile.

As Bent-Anat mounted her chariot Ameni said “Thou art the child of kings.  The house of thy father rests on the shoulders of the people.  Loosen the old laws which hold them subject, and the people will conduct themselves like these fools.”

Ameni retired.  Bent-Anat slowly arranged the reins in her hand, her eyes resting the while on the poet, who, leaning against a door-post, gazed at her in beatitude.  She let her whip fall to the ground, that he might pick it up and restore it to her, but he did not observe it.  A runner sprang forward and handed it to the princess, whose horses started off, tossing themselves and neighing.