For this man of blood was destined to die in blood, though not by murder.
The cavalcade halted.

Presently a fat eunuch glittering in his gold-wrought garments like some bronzed beetle in the sunlight, came waddling back towards me.

He was odious and I knew that we hated each other.
"Greeting, Egyptian," he said, mopping his brow with his sleeve for the sun was hot.

"An honour for you! A great honour! The King of kings commands your presence.

Yes, he would speak with you with his own lips, and with that abortion of a servant of yours also.