The soldiers defended themselves with swords; the overseers plied their hide whips; women screamed, men shouted.

The captain whom I had seized began to get the better of me; at least I saw his sword flash above me and thought that all was over.
Doubtless it would have been, had not Seti himself dragged the man backwards and thus given the four Nubian guards time to seize him.

Next I heard the Prince cry out in a ringing voice: "Hold! It is Seti, the son of Pharaoh, the Governor of Tanis, with whom you have to do.

See," and he threw back the hood of his cloak so that the moon shone upon his face.
Instantly there was a great quiet.

Now, first one and then another as the truth sunk into them, men began to fall upon their knees, and I heard one say in an awed voice: "The royal Son, the Prince of Egypt struck in the face by a soldier! Blood must pay for it." "How is that officer named ?" asked Seti, pointing to the man who had killed the Israelite and well-nigh killed me.
Someone answered that he was named Khuaka.
"Bring him to the steps of the temple of Amon," said Seti to the Nubians who held him fast.