Then of a sudden in that blackness I saw a picture of Tanofir, my great uncle, seated in a sepulchre looking towards the East.

Moreover I heard him speak, and to me, saying, 'Shabaka, my foster-son, fear nothing.

You are in great danger but it will pass.

Speak to the great King all that rises in your heart, for the gods of Vengeance make use of your tongue and whatever you prophesy to him shall be fulfilled.' So I spoke the words you heard and I feared nothing." "Is it so, Master?
Then I think that the holy Tanofir must have entered my heart also.

Know that I was minded to leap upon that king and break his neck, so that all three of us might end together.