Rachel smiled and looked up at him gratefully.
"I will go with thee, Kenkenes," she said.
Her ready confidence and the easiness of his name on her lips filled him with joy. "Ah! ye ungentle Hathors!" he mourned to himself, "why may I not tell her how much I love her?"
But the white hand which he pressed against his breast asked its release with gentle reluctance, and he set it free.
Once again the silence fell and was not frequently broken thereafter.
There was no invitation in her manner, and he could not speak what he would.
The sun dropped behind the Libyan hills and the heights filled with shadow. At length he said:
"It is time."
Lifting her to her feet, the ape attending them, he went toward the
Nile, hand in hand with Rachel, his love all untold.