"Where is the lady wounded?
Not in the breast, I trust." "No, Cousin, in the foot, which is why she travels with me in this chariot." "Your Highness was ever kind to the unfortunate.

I pray you let me take your place, or suffer me to set this girl upon a horse." "Drive on," said Seti.
So, escorted by the soldiers, whom I heard making jests to each other about the Prince and the lady, as I think did the Hebrew Laban also, for he glared about him and ground his teeth, we came at last to the town.
Here, guided by Merapi, the chariot was halted at the house of Jabez her uncle, a white-bearded old Hebrew with a cunning eye, who rushed from the door of his mud-roofed dwelling crying he had done no harm that soldiers should come to take him.
"It is not you whom the Egyptians wish to capture, it is your niece and my betrothed," shouted Laban, whereat the soldiers laughed, as did some women who had gathered round.

Meanwhile the Prince was helping Merapi to descend out of the chariot, from which indeed he lifted her.

The sight seemed to madden Laban, who rushed forward to tear her from his arms, and in the attempt jostled his Highness.

The captain of the soldiers--he was an officer of Pharaoh's bodyguard--lifted his sword in a fury and struck Laban such a blow upon the head with the flat of the blade that he fell upon his face and lay there groaning.
"Away with that Hebrew dog and scourge him!" cried the captain.