There is a scribe without named Ana, a thin, sharp-nosed man who says he is your Highness's twin in Ra." "Ana!" said the Prince.

"He of Memphis who writes stories?
Why did you not say so before, you old fool?
Let him enter at once, at once." Now hearing this I, Ana, walked through the curtains and prostrated myself, saying, "I am that scribe, O Royal Son of the Sun." "How dare you enter the Prince's presence without being bidden----" began Pambasa, but Seti broke in with a stern voice, saying, "And how dare you, Pambasa, keep this learned man waiting at my door like a dog?
Rise, Ana, and cease from giving me titles, for we are not at Court.

Tell me, how long have you been in Tanis ?" "Many days, O Prince," I answered, "seeking your presence and in vain." "And how did you win it at last ?" "By payment, O Prince," I answered innocently, "as it seems is usual.
The doorkeepers----" "I understand," said Seti, "the doorkeepers! Pambasa, you will ascertain what amount this learned scribe has disbursed to 'the doorkeepers' and refund him double.

Begone now and see to the matter." So Pambasa went, casting a piteous look at me out of the corner of his eye.
"Tell me," said Seti when he was gone, "you who must be wise in your fashion, why does a Court always breed thieves ?" "I suppose for the same reason, O Prince, that a dog's back breeds fleas.

Fleas must live, and there is the dog." "True," he answered, "and these palace fleas are not paid enough.