In the little pause, Kenkenes recovered himself, but he knew that he gave Rachel to her fate, if the pair overcame him.  He caught her hand and with the whispered word, “Run!” fled with her toward the front of the cliff facing the Nile.  It was a desperate chance for escape but he seized it.

Immediately they were pursued and at the brink of the hill, overtaken.  The stake was too large for the young artist to risk its loss by adhering to the unwritten rules of combat.  He released Rachel, whirled about, and as the foremost descended on him, ducked, seized the man about the middle, and pitched him head-first down into the valley.  The second, the tall Nubian that wore the striped tunic, halted, dismayed, and Kenkenes, catching Rachel’s hand, prepared to descend.  But she checked him with a cry.  “Look!”

His eyes followed her outstretched arm.  At regular intervals along the Nile, the distant figures of men were seen posted.  Escape was cut off.  He mounted to the top of the cliff and led Rachel out of view from the river.  The second man retreated, and raged from afar.  The sculptor turned up the shingly slope toward the sun-white ridge of higher hills inland.  Here, he would hide with Rachel, till his strength returned and the ache left his head clear to plan a safe escape.  The Nubian called on all the gods to annihilate them and started in pursuit.  The sculptor did not pause, and, emboldened by the indifference of the man he dogged, the pursuer drew near and made menacing demonstrations.  Kenkenes had no desire to be followed.  He bade Rachel wait for him and approached the Nubian.

“Now,” he began coolly, “thou art unwelcome, likewise, insolent.  Also art thou a fool, but it is an arch-idiot indeed that lacketh caution.  This maiden is beloved of all the Israelites.  Thou art one man, and alone.  It would not be safe for thee to attempt to take her without help even across that little space between Masaarah and the Nile.  I should harass thee with others within call.  Do thou save thyself and send the chief adviser after her.  I would treat with him also.”

The Nubian backed away and Kenkenes followed him relentlessly until the man, overcome with trepidation, took to his heels and fled.

Even then, Kenkenes did not lessen his vigilance.  He caught up Anubis, who had bounded beside him during the entire time, and running back to Rachel, turned into the limestone wastes.

Kenkenes had risked his suggestions to the single Nubian, and their effect upon him gave the young sculptor some hope that the pursuing force had been limited to these three.  Though the men along the Nile were not within call, they would prevent flight into Memphis, and the camp of the Israelites, if not similarly picketed, would offer security only for the moment.  Why had not the Hebrews protected her in the beginning?  He would get to a place of perfect safety first and learn all concerning this matter.