At least between me and Pharaoh, crouched upon the ground, was the figure of a man wrapped in a beggar's cloak.

It threw back the hood and there appeared the ashen face and snowy beard of the holy Tanofir.
"You know me, Pharaoh," he said in his deep, solemn voice.

"I am Tanofir, the King's son; Tanofir the hermit, Tanofir the seer.

I have heard all that passes, it matters not how and I come to you with a message, I who read men's hearts.

Of vows and goddesses and women I say nothing.