Then would not that loving watcher say: "Let it go free and happy, however much I long to look upon it," and when it had sailed from sight, perhaps turn her eyes to the humble ibis in the mud?
Jabez had told me that if this woman and the Prince grew dear to each other she would bring great sorrow on his head.

If I repeated his words to her, she who had faith in the prophecies of her people would certainly believe them.

Moreover, whatever her heart might prompt, being so high-natured, never would she consent to do what might bring trouble on Seti's head, even if to refuse him should sink her soul in sorrow.
Nor would she return to the Hebrews there to fall into the hands of one she hated.

Then perhaps I----.

Should I tell her?
If Jabez had not meant that the matter must be brought to her ears, would he have spoken of it at all?
In short was it not my duty to her, and perhaps also to the Prince who thereby might be saved from miseries to come, that is if this talk of future troubles were anything more than an idle story.
Such was the evil reasoning with which Set assailed my spirit.