Now if you should tell another truth which will make mine dull as tarnished silver, she will not leave me even my bones, for I shall be proved a liar, and what will happen to you I am sure I do not know.

And, Master, as I am no longer a slave here in Egypt, to say nothing of what I may be elsewhere, I have no fancy for scourgings, who may not kiss the hand that smites me as you can." "But, Bes," I said, "what is, is and may always be learned in this way or in that." "Master, if what is were always learned, I think the world would fall to pieces, or at least there would be no men left on it.

Why should this matter be learned?
It is known to you and me alone, leaving out the Great King who probably has forgotten as he was drunk at the time.

Oh! Master, when you have neither bow nor spear at hand, it is not wise to kick a sleeping lion in the stomach, for then he will remember its emptiness and sup off you.

Beside, when first I told you that tale I made a mistake.