He talked of Pentaur as usual, and then stood still before a noble shrub with broad leaves, and said, My son is like this plant, which has grown up close to me, and I know not how.

I laid the seed in the soil, with others that I bought over there in Thebes; no one knows where it came from, and yet it is my own.

It certainly is not a native of Egypt; and is not Pentaur as high above me and his mother and his brothers, as this shrub is above the other flowers?
We are all small and bony, and he is tall and slim; our skin is dark and his is rosy; our speech is hoarse, his as sweet as a song.

I believe he is a child of the Gods that the Immortals have laid in my homely house.

Who knows their decrees ?' And then I often saw Pentaur at the festivals, and asked myself which of the other priests of the temple came near him in height and dignity?
I took him for a God, and when I saw him who saved my life overcome a whole mob with superhuman strength must I not regard him as a superior Being?
I look up to him as to one of them; but I could never look in his eyes as I do in yours.