Just as we had crossed the bridge over the canal I, toiling behind, saw in the clear moonlight a young man running towards us.

He was a Hebrew, tall, well-made and very handsome in his fashion.

His eyes were dark and fierce, his nose was hooked, his teeth where regular and white, and his long, black hair hung down in a mass upon his shoulders.
He held a wooden staff in his hand and a naked knife was girded about his middle.

Seeing the chariot he halted and peered at it, then asked in Hebrew if those who travelled had seen aught of a young Israelitish lady who was lost.
"If you seek me, Laban, I am here," replied Merapi, speaking from the shadow of the cloak.
"What do you there alone with an Egyptian, Merapi ?" he said fiercely.
What followed I do not know for they spoke so quickly in their unfamiliar tongue that I could not understand them.

At length Merapi turned to the Prince, saying: "Lord, this is Laban my affianced, who commands me to descend from the chariot and accompany him as best I can." "And I, Lady, command you to stay in it.