ItwasontheanniversaryoftheDeathoftheFirstborn，andofthismatteritpleasedhimtotalktome。Upanddownthechamberhewalkedand，watchinghimbythelamplight，Inotedthatofasuddenheseemedtohavegrownmucholder，andthathisfacehadbecomesweetereventhanitwasbefore。Hewasmorethinalso，andhiseyeshadinthemalookofonewhostaresatdistances。
　　“Yourememberthatnight，Friend，doyounot，“hesaid；“perhapsthemostterriblenighttheworldhaseverseen，atleastinthelittlepieceofitcalledEgypt。“Heceased，liftedacurtain，andpointedtoaspotonthepillaredporticowithout。“Thereshesat，“hewenton；
　　“thereyoustood；therelaytheboyandtherecrouchedhisnurse——bytheway，Igrievetohearthatsheisill。Youarecaringforher，areyounot，Ana？SaytoherthatPharaohwillcometovisither——whenhemay，whenhemay。“
　　“Irememberitall，Pharaoh。“
　　“Yes，ofcourseyouwouldremember，becauseyoulovedher，didyounot，andtheboytoo，andevenme，thefather。Andsoyouwillloveusalwayswhenwereachalandwheresexwithitswallsandfiresareforgotten，andlovealonesurvives——asweshallloveyou。“
　　“Yes，“Ianswered，“sinceloveisthekeyoflife，andthosealoneareaccursedwhohaveneverlearnedtolove。“
　　“Whyaccursed，Ana，seeingthat，iflifecontinues，theystillmaylearn？“Hepausedawhile，thenwenton：“Iamgladthathedied，Ana，althoughhadhelived，astheQueenwillhavenochildren，hemighthavebecomePharaohafterme。ButwhatisittobePharaoh？ForsixyearsnowIhavereigned，andIthinkthatIambeloved；reignedoverabrokenlandwhichIhavestriventobindtogether，reignedoverasicklandwhichIhavestriventoheal，reignedoveradesolatedlandwhichIhavestriventomakeforget。Oh!thecurseofthoseHebrewsworkedwell。AndIthinkthatitwasmyfault，Ana，forhadIbeenmoreofaman，insteadofcastingasidemyburden，IshouldhavestoodupagainstmyfatherMeneptahandhispolicyand，ifneedwere，haveraisedthepeople。ThentheIsraeliteswouldhavegone，andnoplagueswouldhavesmittenEgypt。Well，whatIdid，IdidbecauseImust，perhaps，andwhathashappened，hashappened。Andnowmytimecomestoanend，andIgohencetobalancemyaccountasbestImay，prayingthatImayfindjudgeswhounderstand，andaregentle。“
　　“WhydoesPharaohspeakthus？“Iasked。
　　“Idonotknow，Ana，yetthatHebrewwifeofminehasbeenmuchinmymindoflate。Shewaswiseinherway，aswiseasloving，wasshenot，andifwecouldseeheronceagain，perhapsshewouldanswerthequestion。Butalthoughsheseemssoneartome，Inevercanseeher，quite。Canyou，Ana？“
　　“No，Pharaoh，thoughonenightoldBakenkhonsuvowedthatheperceivedherpassingbeforeus，andlookingatmeearnestlyasshepassed。“
　　“Ah!Bakenkhonsu。Well，heiswisetoo，andlovedherinhisfashion。
　　Alsothefleshfadesfromhim，thoughmayhaphewilllivetomakeofferingsatbothourtombs。Well，BakenkhonsuisatTanis，orisitatThebes，withherMajesty，whomheeverlovestoobserve，asIdo。
　　Sohecantellusnothingofwhathethoughthesaw。Thischamberishot，Ana，letusstandwithout。“
　　Sowepassedthecurtain，andstoodupontheportico，lookingatthegardenmistywithmoonlight，andtalkingofthisandthat——abouttheIsraelites，Ithink，who，asweheard，werewanderinginthedesertsofSinai。Thenofasuddenwegrewsilent，bothofus。
　　Acloudfloatedoverthefaceofthemoon，leavingtheworldindarkness。Itpassed，andIbecameawarethatwewerenolongeralone。
　　Thereinfrontofuswasamat，andonthematlayadeadchild，theroyalchildnamedSeti；therebythematstoodawomanwithagonyinhereyes，lookingatthedeadchild，theHebrewwomannamedMoonofIsrael。
　　Setitouchedme，andpointedtoher，andIpointedtothechild。Westoodbreathless。Thenofasudden，stoopingdown，Merapiliftedupthechildandheldittowardsitsfather。But，lo!nownolongerwasitdead；nay，itlaughedandlaughed，andseeinghim，seemedtothrowitsarmsabouthisneck，andtokisshimonthelips。Moreover，theagonyinthewoman’seyesturnedtojoyunspeakable，andshebecamemorebeautifulthanastar。Then，laughinglikethechild，MerapiturnedtoSeti，beckoned，andwasgone。
　　“Wehaveseenthedead，“hesaidtomepresently，“and，oh!Ana，/thedeadstilllive!/“
　　Thatnight，eredawn，acryrangthroughthepalace，wakingmefrommysleep。Thiswasthecry：
　　“ThegoodgodPharaohisnomore!ThehawkSetihasflowntoheaven!“
　　AttheburialofPharaoh，Ilaidthehalvesofthebrokencupuponhisbreast，thathemightdrinktherefromintheDayofResurrection。
　　HereendsthewritingoftheScribeAna，theCounsellorandCompanionoftheKing，byhimbeloved。
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