But it was closed: its custodians were hunting jackals and tigers in the desert.

They found it dark and dreary there among the great minds of old; the splendour and luxury of the court did not penetrate to the hall of writings.
Then nights came again when whispers ran through the halls, "Pharaoh weeps." And the reason, too, was whispered.

He had caused the woman he loved best to be strangled, and now the astrologers declared that she was innocent.

One day the king lay on his couch and desired that the boy from the Nile should be summoned to fan him.

As the king was sick, Jesus agreed to go.