Egypt until a new ox was found to replace the deceased.
It was decreed in the council to wait until the nomination should be made of a new god at Memphis.
The good old man, Mambres, perceived to what danger his dear princess was exposed. He knew who her lover was. The syllables Nebu, which had escaped her, laid open the whole mystery to the eyes of this sage.
The dynasty of Memphis belonged at this time to the Babylonians. They preserved this remainder of the conquests they had gained under the greatest king of the world, to whom Amasis was a mortal enemy. Mambres had occasion for all his wisdom to conduct himself properly in the midst of so many difficulties. If the king Amasis should discover the lover of his daughter, her death would be inevitable. He had sworn it. The great, the young, the beautiful king of whom she was enamored, had dethroned the king, her father, and Amasis had only recovered his kingdom about seven years. From that time it was not known what had become of the adorable monarch—the conqueror and idol of the nations—the tender and generous lover of the charming Amasidia. Sacrificing the white bull would inevitably occasion the death of the beautiful princess.
What could Mambres do in such critical circum-
