“No, not our people. Still you will die.”
She took a step towards him, and looked him in the eyes.
“You are certain that I shall die, my uncle?”
“I am, or at least others are certain.”
Now she laughed; it was the first time I had seen her laugh for several moons.
“Then I will stay here,” she said.
Jabez stared at her.
“I thought that you loved this Egyptian, who indeed is worthy of any woman’s love,” he muttered into his beard.
“Perhaps it is because I love him that I wish to die. I have given him all I have to give; there is nothing left of my poor treasure except what will bring trouble and misfortune on his head. Therefore the greater the love—and it is more great than all those pyramids massed to one—the greater the need that it should be buried for a while. Do you understand?”
He shook his head.