Against the walls hung racks in which were papyrus rolls, and on the hearth burned a fire of cedar-wood.
By this fire stood the Prince, whom I knew from his statues.

His years appeared fewer than mine although we were born upon the same day, and he was tall and thin, very fair also for one of our people, perhaps because of the Syrian blood that ran in his veins.

His hair was straight and brown like to that of northern folk who come to trade in the markets of Egypt, and his eyes were grey rather than black, set beneath somewhat prominent brows such as those of his father, Meneptah.

His face was sweet as a woman's, but made curious by certain wrinkles which ran from the corners of the eyes towards the ears.

I think that these came from the bending of the brow in thought, but others say that they were inherited from an ancestress on the female side.