"Suddenly his manner changed, and his look became terrible.
"'I did not find it so,' he said.
"'Thou guilty!' he continued. 'Thy offense to Oraetes the man he forgives; but thy offence to Oraetes the king remains to be punished.'
"'Hush!' he cried. 'Thou art dead!'
"He clapped his hands, and a terrible procession came in--a procession of parachistes, or embalmers, each with some implement or material of his loathsome art.
"The King pointed to Ne-ne-hofra.
"'She is dead. Do thy work well.'"
"Ne-ne-hofra the beautiful, after seventy-two days, was carried to the crypt chosen for her the year before, and laid with her queenly predecessors; yet there was no funeral procession in her honor across the sacred lake."