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Earth candles of the night shado,ved and flickered; one lone candle of pat·adise steadfastly twinkled. Those of the earth shone imperfcct-flm·ing, shallow lights; that of the hea,·ens gleamed deep, defiant. A darkling shadow swept by, swept on; a fire of the world bmnt low, burnt out; the heavenly lamp paused in its light, then kindled forth again the brighter.
Of that worldly fire, only scattered cinders remained- scattered, that was all. Suddenly someone ventured from around those abandoned coals.
uup Busiris, up. Where is tho firewood?"
"I fear there is no firewood, Rameses," drowsily replied the other.
"Ko firewood ! And why ?"
"Do you not know that great pltaroah has declared that all time 'shall be spent for the completion of this, this would- be pyramid of Ohcops ?"
"And his own tomb!"
"Yes, his O"ll tomb. If it were to be filled, the quicker it were built I would not even complain of work at night. He will need it soon enough."
So spoke two slaves of Pharoah. Rameses was of As- syria, Bnsiris of Babylon. They had been great men; they had fallen. The great battle of Karnac, great Pharoah, , these had worked their destinies. And now they talked around the dying fire-slaves in the cold of an Egyptian night. Busiris hated all in authority, despised Pharaoh. He had forgetten that onco he had been a great man him-
self, that once he had viewed slaves as callously. Rameses meant well, wanted to do well, had the impulse for good, but alas-