" My princess," began Mara, then found she could not speak the crushing phrases. " His Highness sends his warmest regards," she finished.She had the satisfaction of seeing Ianni's face come back to life; the great dark eyes lost their look of suffering and turned hopefully toward the king. Mara turned to him too, well-pleased with her merciful little lie. But one look at his startled face froze the blood in her veins. What a fool she was! Of course, he had understood every word she said. " Son of Pharaoh, live forever!" she gasped. " I crave pardon-- I could not believe you meant to wound this princess, however lowly--" " You mean you forgot that I could understand," retorted Thutmose. "