Did you recognize Bent-Anat, or not ?" "The lady who rescued me was like her, and yet unlike," answered the poet, whose blood was roused by the subtle irony of his Superior's words.
"And if I had been as sure that she was the princess, as I am that you are the man who once held me in honor, and who are now trying to humiliate me, I would all the more have acted as I did to spare a lady who is more like a goddess than a woman, and who, to save an unworthy wretch like me, stooped from a throne to the dust." "Still the poet--the preacher!" said Ameni.

Then he added severely.

"I beg for a short and clear answer.

We know for certain that the princess took part in the festival in the disguise of a woman of low rank, for she again declared herself to Paaker; and we know that it was she who saved you.

But did you know that she meant to come across the Nile ?" "How should I ?" asked Pentaur.
"Well, did you believe that it was Bent-Anat whom you saw before you when she ventured on to the scene of conflict ?" "I did believe it," replied Pentaur; he shuddered and cast down his eyes.
"Then it was most audacious to drive away the king's daughter as an impostor." "It was," said Pentaur.