Only before he died, my father, who could talk the elephant language, told all the other elephants of this wickedness, at which they were very angry, because they knew well that from the beginning of time their tusks have belonged to him who killed them, and the elephants are a people who do not like ancient laws to be altered.
So the elephants made a league together and when the king next went out hunting, taking heed of nothing else they rushed at the king and tore him into pieces no bigger than a finger, and then killed the prince his son, who was behind him.

That is the tale of the elephants who love Law, O King." "Yes, yes," said his Majesty, waking up from a little doze, "but what became of the great tusks?
I should like to have them." "I inherited them as my father's son, O King, and gave them to my master, who doubtless will send them to you when he gets back to Egypt." "A strange tale," said the King.

"A very strange tale which seems to remind me of something that happened not long ago.

What was it?
Well, it does not matter.

Egyptian, do you seek any reward for that shot of yours at the lioness?
If so, it shall be given to you.