The mountain path that thou must follow, so as not to be discovered, is not a bad one." "Are you ill as well as your brother, man ?" asked the king.

"Your voice trembles." "I was never better," answered the Mohar.
"Lead the way," commanded the king, and Paaker obeyed.

They went on in silence, followed by the vast troop of chariots through the dewy morning air, first across the plain, and then into the mountain range.

The corps of Ra, armed with bows and arrows, preceeded them to clear the way; they crossed the narrow bed of a dry torrent, and then a broad valley opened before them, extending to the right and left and enclosed by ranges of mountains.
"The road is good," said Rameses, turning to Mena.

"The Mohar has learned his duties from his father, and his horses are capital.