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But, as the Divine Assessors willed it, there was no triumph that day in Memphis. BUT AS THE DIVINE ASSESSORS WILLED IT THERE WAS NO TRIUMPH THAT DAY IN MEMPHIS
not wed the daughter of Rameses, and become the father of a line of even greater and yet mightier Pharaohs. He had heard their cries calmly and without anger, for he knew that that one stolen hour of sweet intercourse with her meant much more than the Conqueror himself could win--something that could not be taken by force, or even through the will of the dead king. Her soul was his, and he knew well that the man to whom she had not given her soul would never be permitted to lay a loving hand on her body. "Ah yes, there he comes, I suppose," he went on, still talking aloud to himself, as a shrill musical peal of silver trumpets broke out from the direction of the barracks to the north of the palace. "Alas! were I but truly Nefer! That golden-crowned murderer--for sure I am that he killed him--he would not now be making ready for his triumph at the head of his victorious troops through the streets and squares of Memphis. If that were so, how glad a day this would be for Egypt and for us! WHY THE CONQUEROR SHOULD NOT WED THE DAUGHTER OF RAMESES AND BECOME THE FATHER OF A LINE EVEN GREATER AND YET MIGHTIER THAN THE PHARAOH'S HE HAD HEARD THEIR CRIES CALMLY AND WITHOUT ANGER FOR HE KNEW THAT ONE STOLEN HOUR OF SWEET INTERCOURSE WITH HER MEANT MUCH MORE THAN THE CONQUEROR HIMSELF COULD WIN SOMETHING THAT COULD NOT BE TAKEN BY FORCE OR EVEN THROUGH THE WILL OF THE DEAD KING HER SOUL WAS HIS AND HE KNEW WELL THAT THE MAN WHOM SHE HAD NOT GIVEN HER SOUL WOULD NEVER BE PERMITTED TO LAY A LOVING HAND ON HER BODY AH YES THERE HE COMES I SUPPOSE HE WENT ON STILL TALKING ALOUD TO HIMSELF AS A SHRILL MUSICAL PEAL OF SILVER TRUMPETS BROKE OUT FROM THE DIRECTION OF THE BARRACKS TO THE NORTH OF THE PALACE ALAS WERE I BUT TRULY NEVER THAT GOLDEN CROWNED MURDERER FOR I AM SURE THAT HE KILLED HIM HE WOULD NOT NOW BE MAKING READY FOR HIS TRIUMPH AT THE HEAD OF HIS VICTORIOUS TROOPS THROUGH THE STREETS AND SQUARES OF MEMPHIS IF THAT WERE SO HOW GLAD A DAY THIS WOULD BE FOR EGYPT AND FOR US
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