The forehead was broad, the brows long and delicately penciled, the eyes softly black, very long, the lids heavy enough to suggest serenity rather than languor.  The nose was of good length, aquiline, the nostril thin and sharply chiseled.  The cut of the mouth and the warmth of its color gave seriousness, sensitiveness and youthful tenderness to the face.

Egypt was seldom athletic.  Though running and wrestling figured much in the pastime of youths, the nation was languid and soft.  However, Seti the Elder demanded the severest physical exercise of his sons, and Rameses II, who succeeded him, made muscle and brawn popular by example, during his reign.  Here, then, was an instance of king-mimicking that was admirable.

Originally the young man had been gifted with breadth of shoulder, depth of chest, health and vigor.  He would have been strong had he never vaulted a pole or run a mile.  To these advantages were added the results of wise and thorough training, so wise, so thorough, that defects in the national physique had been remedied.  Thus, the calves were stanch and prominent, whereas ancient Egypt was as flat-legged as the negro; the body was round and tapered with proper athletic rapidity from shoulder to heel, without any sign of the lank attenuation that was characteristic of most of his countrymen.

The suggestion of his presence was power and bigness, not the good-natured size that is hulking and awkward, but bigness that is elegant and fine-fibered and ages into magnificence.

He wore a tunic of white linen, the finely plaited skirt reaching almost to the knees.  The belt was of leather, three fingers in breadth and ornamented with metal pieces, small, round and polished.  His sandals were of white gazelle-hide, stitched with gold, and, by way of ornament, he had but a single armlet, and a collar, consisting of ten golden rings, depending by eyelets from a flexible band of the same material.  The metal was unpolished and its lack-luster red harmonized wonderfully with the bronze throat it clasped.

Diminutive Isis in profile had emerged part-way from the background of papyrus, and the sculptor lifted his pen to sketch in the farther shoulder as the law required.  The young man leaned forward and watched.  But as the addition was made, giving to the otherwise shapely little goddess an uncomfortable but thoroughly orthodox twist, he frowned slightly.  After a moment’s silence he came to the bench.

“Hast thou caught some great idea on the wing or hast thou the round of actual labor to perform?” he asked.

His attention thus hailed, the sculptor raised himself and answered: 

“Meneptah hath a temple to Set[1] in mind; indeed he hath stirred up the quarries for the stone, I am told, and I am making ready, for I shall be needed.”

The older a civilization, the smoother its speech.  Age refines the vowels and makes the consonants suave.  They spoke easily, not hastily, but as oil flows, continuously and without ripple.  The younger voice was deep, soft enough to have been wooing and as musical as a chant.