Uarda : a Romance of Ancient Egypt — Volume 07 eBook

Georg Ebers
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 57 pages of information about Uarda .

“I disguised myself a little, and I have good news for you.  Pretty Uarda is much better.  She received your present, and they have a house of their own again.  Close to the one that was burnt down, there was a tumbled-down hovel, which her father soon put together again; he is a bearded soldier, who is as much like her as a hedgehog is like a white dove.  I offered her to work in the palace for you with the other girls, for good wages, but she would not; for she has to wait on her sick grandmother, and she is proud, and will not serve any one.”

“It seems you were a long time with the paraschites’ people,” said Bent-Anat reprovingly.  “I should have thought that what has happened to me might have served you as a warning.”

“I will not be better than you!” cried the boy.  “Besides, the paraschites is dead, and Uarda’s father is a respectable soldier, who can defile no one.  I kept a long way from the old woman.  To-morrow I am going again.  I promised her.”

“Promised who?” asked his sister.

“Who but Uarda?  She loves flowers, and since the rose which you gave her she has not seen one.  I have ordered the gardener to cut me a basket full of roses to-morrow morning, and shall take them to her myself.”

“That you will not!” cried Bent-Anat.  “You are still but half a child—­ and, for the girl’s sake too, you must give it up.”

“We only gossip together,” said the prince coloring, “and no one shall recognize me.  But certainly, if you mean that, I will leave the basket of roses, and go to her alone.  No—­sister, I will not be forbidden this; she is so charming, so white, so gentle, and her voice is so soft and sweet!  And she has little feet, as small as—­what shall I say?—­as small and graceful as Nefert’s hand.  We talked most about Pentaur.  She knows his father, who is a gardener, and knows a great deal about him.  Only think! she says the poet cannot be the son of his parents, but a good spirit that has come down on earth—­perhaps a God.  At first she was very timid, but when I spoke of Pentaur she grew eager; her reverence for him is almost idolatry—­and that vexed me.”

“You would rather she should reverence you so,” said Nefert smiling.

“Not at all,” cried Rameri.  “But I helped to save her, and I am so happy when I am sitting with her, that to-morrow, I am resolved, I will put a flower in her hair.  It is red certainly, but as thick as yours, Bent-Anat, and it must be delightful to unfasten it and stroke it.”

The ladies exchanged a glance of intelligence, and the princess said decidedly: 

“You will not go to the City of the Dead to-morrow, my little son!”

“That we will see, my little mother!” He answered laughing; then he turned grave.

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