"I am the king's chief pioneer." "Then you will all the more easily find the way back by which you came.
March." The words were followed by a peal of many-voiced laughter: the re-echoing insult so confounded Paaker that he dropped his whip on the ground.

The slave, whom a short time since he had struck with it, humbly picked it up and then followed his lord into the fore court of the temple.

Both attributed the titter, which they still could hear without being able to detect its origin, to wandering spirits.

But the mocking tones had been heard too by the old gate-keeper, and the laughers were better known to him than to the king's pioneer; he strode with heavy steps to the door of the temple through the black shadow of the pylon, and striking blindly before him called out-- "Ah! you good-for-nothing brood of Seth." [The Typhon of the Greeks.

The enemy of Osiris, of truth, good and purity.