'Learn, now, slave Nathan, before to-morrow's sun arises, you shall be kissed by swords and devoured by crocodiles or jackals.' 'So be it,' said my father, 'but learn, O Khuaka, that if so, it is revealed to me who am a priest and a prophet of Jahveh, that before to-morrow's sun you also shall be kissed by swords and of the rest we will talk at the foot of Jahveh's throne.' "Afterwards, as you know, Prince, the overseer flogged my father as I heard Khuaka order him to do if he lagged through weariness, and then Khuaka killed him because my father in his madness struck the overseer with a mattock.

I have no more to say, save that I pray that I may be sent back to my own people there to mourn my father according to our custom." "To whom would you be sent?
Your mother ?" "Nay, O Prince, my mother, a lady of Syria, is dead.

I will go to my uncle, Jabez the Levite." "Stand aside," said Seti.

"The matter shall be seen to later.

Appear, O Ana the Scribe.