Baroness Orczy,
The Gates of Kamt
(1907)
“ Thy mind doth indeed begin to wander. Love! and Neit-akrit! ... was there ever a more impossible union? Why, 'twere easier to credit the jackals of the wilderness with pity for the corpses they devour than Neit-akrit with human love!" "Were it easier too," sneered the Pharaoh, "to credit the son of Ra with love for Neit-akrit?" But Maat-kha turned upon her son as if she had been stung. "Beware, oh, most holy Pharaoh!" she whispered between her clenched teeth, "beware of the might of the gods, and rouse not the dormant passions in a woman's heart." ”
