"Rest!" she said scornfully. "Gone to a night-long frenzy of relentless consciousness—weary tossing, wasted prayers. I have not rested since I left the Hak-heb."
Her voice sounded hollow in the great empty hall.
"So? Thou art ready for the care of the physicians by this, then, O my
Sister."
"I am not thy sister."
"What! Hast quarreled with the gentle Seti?"
"Rameses, do not mock me. Seti does not even stir my pulses. He could not rob me of my peace."
"What temperate love! Mine makes my temples crack and fills mine hours with sweet distress."
Ta-user looked at him for a moment, then raising her hands, caught the folds of his robe over his breast.
"Rameses, how far wilt thou go in this trifling with the Lady Masanath?"
"To the marrying priests." Without looking at her, he loosed her hands, swung them idly and let them go.