He lifted his sceptre and all rose, hundreds and hundreds of them throughout the hall, their garments rustling as they rose like leaves in a sudden wind.

He seated himself and once more from every throat went up the regal salutation that was the king's alone, of-- "Life! Blood! Strength! Pharaoh! Pharaoh! Pharaoh!" In the silence that followed I heard him say, to the Princess, I think: "Amenmeses I see, and others of our kin, but where is my son Seti, the Prince of Egypt ?" "Watching us no doubt from some vestibule.

My brother loves not ceremonials," answered Userti.
Then, with a little sigh, Seti stepped forward, followed by Bakenkhonsu and myself, and at a distance by other members of his household.

As he marched up the long hall all drew to this side or that, saluting him with low bows.

Arriving in front of the throne he bent till his knee touched the ground, saying: "I give greeting, O King and Father." "I give greeting, O Prince and Son.