But if it seems to you that the tales they tell are idle then your words shall stand." Now, listening, I, Ana, thought that Pharaoh would once more be angry.
But it was not so, for when he spoke again it was in the voice of one who is crushed by grief or weariness.
"Have your will, Son," he said.

"Only take with you a great guard of soldiers lest these hook-nosed dogs should do you mischief.

I trust them not, who, like the Hyksos whose blood runs in many of them, were ever the foes of Egypt.

Did they not conspire with the Ninebow Barbarians whom I crushed in the great battle, and do they not now threaten us in the name of their outland god?
Still, let the writing be prepared and I will seal it.

And stay.