Three children, preceded by a little girl carrying a lantern, closed the mournful procession.
Perhaps no one would have noticed the group, had not the gate-keeper's little wife shrieked so wildly and piteously that no one could help hearing her lamentations.

The second prophet of Amon, and then his companions, turned toward them.

The procession halted, and as some of the priests approached the corpse the gate-keeper shouted loudly: "Away, away from the plague! It has stricken our first-born son." The wife meantime had snatched the lantern from her little girl's hand and casting its light full on the dead boy's rigid face, she screamed: "The god hath suffered it to happen.

Ay, he permitted the horror to enter beneath his own roof.

Not his will, but the curse of the stranger rules us and our lives.