And Setne said: 'Old man, methinks I see
Some hate here. Hath the scrivener injured thee,
That thou wouldst wreck his house and dig beneath?'
He answered: 'Have a watch set over me;
Then raze the scrivener's house, and, under ground
By the south corner, if there be not found
Both Merab and Ahure, have me slain!'
So there they held him and a guard stood round.
The scrivener's house was razed; and that same day
They found where Merab and Ahure lay,
And, like great Pharaohs, down to Pharaoh's boat
Bore them 'mid Priests and Princes in array.
And Setne sought that ancient man, and, lo,
He was not. By that sign did Setne know
This too was Nefrekepta. Then they built
The scrivener's house again, and turned to go:
And went on board, and back to Memphis bore
Those Pharaohs home, with stream and wind and oar;
Singing they went, and Pharaoh heard them sing;
And Pharaoh rose and met them by the shore,
And led those Mighty Ones in robes of pride
To Nefrekepta's tomb, and sanctified
Their entering in, and made a mound above;
And there for ever sleep they, side by side.
And there is finished all that fell between
Setne and Nefrekepta and his Queen
Ahure and the boy Merab. 'Twas writ
In the first month of winter, Year XV.
Oxford: Horace Hart, M.A.
Printer to the University