So we went, leaving an officer to conduct my mother to our home.

As I passed her she caught me by the sleeve and whispered in my ear, "My son, whatever chances to you, be brave and remember that the world holds more than women." "Yes," I answered, "it holds death and God, or they hold it," though what put the words into my mind I do not know, since I did not understand and had no time to ask her meaning.
The messenger led us to the door of Peroa's private chamber, the same in which I had seen him on my return from the East.

Here he bade me enter, and Bes to wait without.

I went in and found two men and a woman in the chamber, all standing very silent.

The men were Pharaoh who still wore his glorious robe and Double Crown, and the high priest of Isis clothed in white; the other was the lady Amada also clothed in the snowy robes of Isis.
At the sight of her thus arrayed my heart stopped and I stood silent because I could not speak.