The windows, behind which was the darkness, shone with a red light.

The people had assembled before the palace with torches in order to do homage to Pharaoh, the son of Light.
The king looked annoyed.

Such homage was repeated every new moon--he desired it, and yet it bored him.

He beckoned to the cup-bearers, he wanted a goblet of wine.

That brought the blood to his cheeks, and the light to his eyes.