“Put on these.”

Kenkenes undid his cloak and untying his broidered sandals, wrapped them in his mantle and bound the roll, crosswise, on his back.  Over this he slung the water-bottle, which the priest had filled in the meantime, fixed the falchion at his side and put on the horse-hide sandals.

“When hast thou broken thy fast?” the priest asked next.

“At sunset yesterday.”

The priest turned with a sign to the young man to follow him and, passing through the shrine, led the way out of the sanctuary into the house of the sorcerer.  Here, shortly, Kenkenes was served by a slave, with a haunch of gazelle-meat, lettuce, white bread and wine.

While he ate, the priest informed him of the situation he might expect to find at the end of his journey.

“The Israelites departed in the early hours of this morning taking the Wady Toomilat, east, toward the gates of the Rameside wall.  It was the going forth of a multitude,—­the exodus of a nation!  And they will travel at the pace of their slowest lambs.  Thus Meneptah can gather his legions and make ready to pursue ere they have reached the wall.”  The priest had begun calmly, but the thought of pursuit excited him.

“He must not follow!” he continued.  “They are unarmed, but the Pharaoh deals with a wizard and a strange God—­no common foe.  And if these were all who have evil intents against him, but there is another—­another!”

He came to the young man’s side, saying in an excited whisper: 

“There is another, I say, within the king’s affections—­a scorpion cherished in his bosom!”

The old man’s vehemence and his words fired Kenkenes.  He arose and faced Jambres with kindling eyes.  The sorcerer went on with increasing excitement.

“Better that his slaves depart increased, enriched threefold by Egypt, better that never again one stone be laid upon another, nor monument bear the king’s name, than that Meneptah should leave the precincts of shelter!  For his enemy would lead him outside the pale of protection, and there put him to death, and wear his crown after him!”

During this impetuous augury, the young man naturally searched after the identity of the offender.  Not Ta-user, nor Siptah, nor Amon-meses, for the sorry tale of Seti and the outlawing of the trio had reached him at Pa-Ramesu.  Furthermore, they had never had a place in the affections of the king.  There was a new conspirator!  At this point the blood heated and went charging through the young man’s veins.

“If the king’s enemy be mine enemy,” he declared passionately, “thou hast this hour commissioned and armed that enemy’s dearest foe!  Name him.”

The priest shook his head.  His excitement had not carried him beyond the limits of caution.

“Save for my mystic knowledge, I have no proof against him, and if I balk him not and offend him, he hath a heavy and a vengeful hand.”