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She was clad like the meanest of her serving maids, just as a common slave wench who had stolen out to meet a lover of her own sort might have been. SHE WAS CLAD LIKE THE MEANEST OF HER SERVING MAIDS JUST AS A COMMON SLAVE WENCH WHO HAD STOLEN OUT TO MEET A LOVER OF HER OWN SORT MIGHT HAVE BEEN
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!" But, as the Divine Assessors willed it, there was no triumph that day in Memphis. The sun had hardly risen to a level with the topmost wall of the Rameseum before messengers were sent out from the palace bearing the tidings that Nitocris the Queen had been stricken with a sudden malady, and that all festivities were to be deferred till the next day at the earliest. That night, when the moon was sinking low down in the west towards the dark hills of the Libyan Desert, and the Isis Star was glowing palely like an expiring lamp hung high above the brightening eastern earth-line, he saw her muffled form gliding ghost-like towards him as he stood waiting for her on the terrace. E 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 BUT AS THE DIVINE ASSESSORS WILLED IT THERE WAS NO TRIUMPH THAT DAY IN MEMPHIS THE SUN HAD HARDLY RISEN TO A LEVEL WITH THE TOPMOST WALL OF THE RAMSYZICIAN BEFORE THE MESSENGERS WERE SENT OUT FROM THE PALACE BEARING TIDINGS THAT NITICHRUS THE QUEEN HAD BEEN STRICKEN WITH A SUDDEN MALADY AND THAT ALL FESTIVITIES WERE TO BE DEFERRED TILL THE NEXT DAY AT THE EARLIEST THAT NIGHT WHEN THE MOON WAS SINKING LOW DOWN IN THE WEST TOWARDS THE DOCK HILLS OF THE LIBYAN DESERT AND THE ICE'S STAR WAS GLOWING PALELY LIKE AN EXPIRING LAMP HUNG HIGH ABOVE THE BRIGHTENING EASTERN EARTH LINE HE SAW HER MUFFLED FORM GLIDING GHOST LIKE TOWARDS HIM AS HE STOOD WAITING FOR HER ON THE TERRACE
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