Tutmosis prostrated himself before the noble ruler, and took the road straightway. The retinue of Ramses, unable to divine the conversation, envied Tutmosis the favor of the viceroy, while the worthy Ranuzer felt alarm rising in his soul.
"Oh," said he, anxiously, "may I not need to raise hands on myself and leave my house in the bloom of my years! Why did I, the unfortunate, when taking the pharaoh's goods, not think of the hour of trial?"
His face became yellow, and his legs tottered under him. But the prince, mastered by a wave of reminiscences, took no note of this change in the nomarch.
CHAPTER XXIII
IN the city of Anu a series of feasts and amusements now followed. The worthy nomarch brought the choicest wines from his cellars; from the three neighboring provinces came the most beautiful dancers, the most famous musicians, the adroitest of jugglers. The prince's time was occupied thoroughly, every morning reviews of troops and receptions; later feasts, spectacles, hunting, and feasts again.
But just when Ranuzer felt certain that the viceroy was tired of questions of administration and economy, the latter summoned him, and asked,
"Thy province, worthiness, is among the richest in Egypt, is it not?"
"Yes, though we have had a number of hard years," replied Ranuzer; and again his heart sank and his legs began to tremble.
"But this astonishes me," said the prince, "that year after year the income of his holiness decreases. Canst Thou not explain to me the cause of this?"
"Lord," said the nomarch, bending his head to the earth, "I see that my enemies have sown distrust in thy soul; whatever I might say, therefore, would not convince thee. Permit me not to speak. Better let scribes come with documents, which Thou canst touch with thy hand and verify."