But you, you...." "Your father and Moses, nay, all the believing heads of the tribes, see no salvation for us among the Egyptians," she answered, panting for breath.

"What they promise the Hebrews will be their ruin.

The grass sowed by us withers where their feet touch it! And you, whose honest heart they deceive, are the whistler whom the bird-catcher uses to decoy his feathered victims into the snare.

They put the hammer into your hand to rivet more firmly than before the chains which, with God's aid, we have sundered.

Before my mind's eye I perceive...." "Too much!" replied the warrior, grinding his teeth with rage.