"Is the royal blood of Egypt to be handled by such as he ?" Soldiers sprang forward to do his bidding, but Seti said quietly: "Let the fellow be, friends; he lacks manners, that is all.

Is he hurt ?" As he spoke Laban leapt to his feet and, fearing worse things, fled away with a curse and a glare of hate at the Prince.
"Farewell, Lady," said Seti.

"I wish you a quick recovery." "I thank your Highness," she answered, looking about her confusedly.

"Be pleased to wait a little while that I may return to you your jewel." "Nay, keep it, Lady, and if ever you are in need or trouble of any sort, send it to me who know it well and you shall not lack succour." She glanced at him and burst into tears.
"Why do you weep ?" he asked.
"Oh! your Highness, because I fear that trouble is near at hand.

My affianced, Laban, has a revengeful heart.