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: What have you found? Bithiah
: The answer to my prayers! Memnet
: [in light humor
] You prayed for a basket? Bithiah
: No. I prayed for a son. Memnet
: Your husband is in the House of the Dead. Bithiah
: And he has asked the Nile god to bring me this beautiful boy. Bithiah
: [Memnet raised her hands, as if she was stunned
] Do you know the pattern of this cloth? Bithiah
: If my son is covered in it, it is a royal robe!
: [Nefretiri is sorting through various veils and scarves
] This is for the temple ceremony... this is for my wedding night! Memnet
: You will never wear it. Nefretiri
] Why not? Memnet
: I have brought you a cloth more revealing... send them away. Nefretiri
: [nodding to her servants
] Go then, while I hear what this puckered old persimmon has to say. Memnet
: For thirty years, I have been silent. Now, all the kings of Egypt, cry out to me, from their tombs, "Let no Hebrew sit upon our throne." Nefretiri
: What are you saying? Memnet
: Rameses has the blood of many kings. Nefretiri
: And Moses? Memnet
: He is lower than the dust. Not one drop of royal blood flows through his veins. He is the son of Hebrew slaves. Nefretiri
: I'll have you torn into so many pieces, even the vultures wont find them. Who hatched this lie? Rameses? Memnet
: Rameses does not know,
: yet. Nefretiri
: You will repeat this to Bithiah. Memnet
: Bithiah drew a slave child, from the Nile, called him son and Prince of Egypt, blinding herself to the truth and the pain of an empty womb. Nefretiri
: Were you alone, with, Bithiah? Memnet
: A little girl led me to the Hebrew woman, Yochabel, that the child might be suckled by his true mother. Nefretiri
: Take care, old frog. You croaked too much, against Moses! Memnet
: Would you mingle the blood of slaves, with your own? Nefretiri
: He will be my husband. I shall have no other.
[Memnet then shows Nefretiri the Hebrew cloth, she had been kept hidden, for thirty years. Memnet got it, when she and Bithiah, were alone
: Then, use this, to wrap your firstborn. Torn from a Levite's robe. It was Moses' swaddling cloth. Nefretiri
: And your shrowd. Do you think I care whose son he is? Memnet
: Rameses cares. Nefretiri
: You won't live to tell him. Memnet
: [Memnet's final line, as Nefretiri pushed her off the roof, in anger and killing her
] Oh, oh!
: I am the Pharaoh's daughter, and this is my son. He shall be reared in my house as the prince of the two lands. Memnet
: My mother and her mother before her were branded into the Pharaoh's service. I will not see you make this son of slaves a prince of Egypt. Bithiah
: You will see it, Memnet. You will see him walk with his head among the eagles, and you will serve him as you serve me. Fill the ark with water. Sink it into silence.
[Memnet then shoved the floating ark, into the Nile, but kept the piece of Hebrew cloth
: Raise your hands, Memnet. What you have buried in the Nile shall remain buried in your heart. Swear it. Memnet
: I will be silent. Bithiah
: The day you break that oath will be the last your eyes shall ever see.
[Bithiah put a curse, on Memnet with this quote