The writing was the writing of Ana as I knew well, and the signature was the signature of you, my lord, and it was sealed with your seal, and with the seal of Bakenkhonsu as a witness.
Here it is," and from the breast of her garment, she drew out a roll and gave it to me upon whom she rested all this while.
I opened it, and by the light of torches the Prince, Bakenkhonsu, and I read.

It was as she had told us in what seemed to be my writing, and signed and sealed as she had said.

The words ran: "To Merapi, Moon of Israel, in my house at Memphis.
"Come, Lady, Flower of Love, to me your lord, to whom the bearer of this will guide you safely.

Come at once, for I am in great danger, as you are, and together only can we be safe." "Ana, what means this ?" asked the Prince in a terrible voice.

"If you have betrayed me and her----" "By the gods," I began angrily, "am I a man that I should live to hear even your Highness speak thus to me, or am I but a dog of the desert ?" I ceased, for at that moment Bakenkhonsu began to laugh.
"Look at the letter!" he laughed.