Then I ran in beneath his guard and stabbed and stabbed and stabbed.

He gripped me and we went down side by side, rolling over each other.

The gods know how it ended, for things were growing dim to me when some thrust of mine found a rent in his mail made when the sword broke and he became weak.

His spirit weakened also, for he gasped, "Spare my life, Egyptian, and my treasure is yours.

I swear it by the Fire." "Not for all the treasure in the world, Slanderer," I panted back and drove the dagger home to the hilt thrice, until he died.