When I had finished, Pharaoh said: "He who speaks but half the truth is sometimes more mischievous than a liar.

Did you then sit in the chariot, Scribe, doing nothing while the Prince battled for his life?
Or did you run away?
Speak, Seti, and say what part this man played for good or ill." Then the Prince told of my share in the fight, with words that brought the blood to my brow.

He told also how that it was I who, taking the risk of his wrath, had ordered the guard of twenty men to follow us unseen, had disguised two seasoned soldiers as chariot runners, and had thought to send back the driver to summon help at the commencement of the fray; how I had been hurt also, and was but lately recovered.

When he had finished, Pharaoh said: "That this story is true I know from others.

Scribe, you have done well.