Here we found a lad stretched upon the ground being cruelly beaten with hide whips, so that the blood ran down him.
At a sign from the Prince I asked what he had done and was told roughly, for the overseers and their guards did not know who we were, that during the past six days he had only made half of his allotted tale of bricks.
"Loose him," said the Prince quietly.
"Who are you that give me orders ?" asked the head overseer, who was helping to hold the lad while the guards flogged him.

"Begone, lest I serve you as I serve this idle fellow." Seti looked at him, and as he looked his lips turned white.
"Tell him," he said to me.
"You dog!" I gasped.

"Do you know who it is to whom you dare to speak thus ?" "No, nor care.

Lay on, guard." The Prince, whose robes were hidden by a wide-sleeved cloak of common stuff and make, threw the cloak open revealing beneath it the pectoral he had worn in the Court, a beautiful thing of gold whereon were inscribed his royal names and titles in black and red enamel.

Also he held up his right hand on which was a signet of Pharaoh's that he wore as his commissioner.