We bore her to the chariot.
"You have heard, Ki," said the Prince.

"Now, what answer ?" "None, O Pharaoh," he replied coldly, "for Pharaoh you are, as I promised that you should be.

My spirit has deserted me, those Hebrews have stolen it away.

That writing should have faded from the scroll as soon as it was read by yonder lady, and then I would have told you another story; a story of secret love, of betrayal and attempted flight with her lover.

But some evil god kept it there until you also had read, you who knew that you had not written what appeared before your eyes.
Pharaoh, I am conquered.