I tried to lift my left hand, but could not, and looking down saw that the arm was bandaged like to that of a mummy, which made me think again that I must be dead, if the dead could suffer so much pain.

I closed my eyes and thought or slept a while.
As I lay thus I heard voices.

One of them seemed to be that of a physician, who said, "Yes, he will live and ere long recover.

The blow upon the head which has made him senseless for so many days was the worst of his wounds, but the bone was but bruised, not shattered or driven in upon the brain.

The flesh cuts on his arms are healing well, and the mail he wore protected his vitals from being pierced." "I am glad, physician," answered a voice that I knew to be that of Userti, "since without a doubt, had it not been for Ana, his Highness would have perished.