Then, being enraged by these insults, I answered: "You say so, but let us put it to the proof.

I am but a scribe, yet I have seen war.

Linger a little that we may learn whether a lord of Israel is better than a scribe of Egypt." "Gladly would I chastise you, Writer," he answered, "did I not see your plot.

You wish to delay me here, and perhaps to murder me by some foul means, while your master basks in the smiles of the Moon of Israel.
Therefore I will not stay, but another time it shall be as you wish, and perhaps ere long." Now I think that I should have struck him in the face, though I am not one of those who love brawling.

But at this moment there appeared a company of Egyptian horse led by none other than the Count Amenmeses.
Seeing the Prince in the Chariot, they halted and gave the salute.
Amenmeses leapt to the ground.
"We are come out to search for your Highness," he said, "fearing lest some hurt had befallen you." "I thank you, Cousin," answered the Prince, "but the hurt has befallen another, not me." "That is well, your Highness," said the Count, studying Merapi with a smile.