So in the end it was agreed that the safe-conduct should be sent and that Peroa should receive Idernes that very day at a great feast given in his honour.  Accordingly it was sent in the ancient form, the oaths being taken before the messengers that neither he nor those with him who must not number more than twenty men, would be harmed in Memphis and that he would be guarded on the road back until he reached the outposts of his own camp.

This done, I was despatched up the Nile bank in a chariot accompanied only by Bes, to hurry on the march of those troops of which I have spoken, so that they might reach Memphis by sundown.  Before I went, however, I had some words alone with Peroa.  He told me that my immediate marriage with the lady Amada would be announced at the feast that night.  Thereon I prayed him to deliver to Amada the rope of priceless rose-hued pearls which was in his keeping, as my betrothal gift, with the prayer that she would wear them at the feast for my sake.  There was no time for more.

The journey up Nile proved long for the road was bad being covered with drifted sand in some places and deep in mud from the inundation waters in others.  At length I found the troops just starting forward after their rest, and rejoiced to see that there were more of them than I had thought.  I told the case to their captains, who promised to make a forced march and to be in Memphis two hours before midnight.

As we drove back Bes said to me suddenly,

“Do you know why you could not find me this morning?”

I answered that I did not.

“Because a good slave should always run a pace ahead of his master, to clear the road and tell him of its pitfalls.  I was being married.  The Cup of the holy Tanofir is now by law and right Queen of the Ethiopians.  So when you meet her again you must treat her with great respect, as I do already.”

“Indeed, Bes,” I said laughing, “and how did you manage that business?  You must have wooed her well during these days which have been so full for both of us.”

“I did not woo her over much, Master; indeed, the time was lacking.  I wooed the holy Tanofir, which was more important.”

“The holy Tanofir, Bes?” I exclaimed.

“Yes, Master.  You see this beautiful Cup of his is after all—­his beautiful Cup.  Her mind is the shadow of his mind and from her he pours out his wisdom.  So I told him all the case.  At first he was angry, for, notwithstanding the words he spoke to you and me, when it came to a point the holy Tanofir, being after all much like other men, did not wish to lose his Cup.  Indeed had he been a few score of years younger I am not sure but that he would have forgotten some of his holiness because of her.  Still he came to see matters in the true light at last—­for your sake, Master, not for mine, since his wisdom told him it was needful that I should become King of the Ethiopians again, to do which I must be married.  At any rate he worked upon the mind of that Cup of his—­having first settled that she should procure a younger sister of her own to fill her place—­in such fashion that when at length I spoke to her on the matter, she did not say no.”