"Even so. A precious talisman, and a rare one."
"It was lost."
"Nay! Lost! Alas, that is losing the favor of Osiris. What a calamity!" The old man shook his head and his gray brows knitted.
"But the place in which it was lost is small, and I would search for it again."
"That is wise. The gods aid them who surrender not."
By this time the old man's face had become inquiring.
"There is need for the signet now—"
"The noble Mentu, in trouble?" the old man queried.
"The son of the noble Mentu is in trouble—the purity of an innocent one at stake, and the foiling of a villain to accomplish," Kenkenes answered earnestly.
"A sore need. Is it— Wouldst thou have me aid thee?"