One of these held Amon by the throat and one held the new Pharaoh by the throat.

After them came a column of cloud, and in it a shape like to that of an unwrapped mummy, a shape of death standing upon water that was full of countless dead." Now I bethought me of the picture that the Prince and I had seen in the skies yonder in the land of Goshen, but of it I said nothing.

Yet I think that Bakenkhonsu saw into my mind, for he asked: "Do _you_ never dream, Friend?
You see visions that come true--Amenmeses on the throne, for instance.

Do you not also dream at times?
No?
Well, then, the Prince?
You look like men who might, and the time is ripe and pregnant.

Oh! I remember.