“Pharaoh does not will it,” shouted Amenmeses smiting the board with his fist, “because Pharaoh knows that it is but another trick to save these wizards and thieves from the doom that they have earned.”

“Am I then a worker of tricks, O Pharaoh?  If I had been such, why have I journeyed hither to give warning, when by sitting yonder at Memphis to-morrow, I might once more have become heir to the double crown?  For if you will not hearken to me, I tell you that very soon you shall be dead, and with you these”—­and he pointed to all those who sat at table—­“and with them the great army that lies without.  Ere you speak, tell me, what is that black cloud which stands before the camp of the Hebrews?  Is there no answer?  Then I will give you the answer.  It is the pall that shall wrap the bones of every one of you.”

Now the company shivered with fear, yes, even the priests and the magicians shivered.  But Pharaoh went mad with rage.  Springing from his seat, he snatched at the double crown upon his head, and hurled it to the ground, and I noted that the golden uraeus band about it, rolled away, and rested upon Seti’s sandalled foot.  He tore his robes and shouted: 

“At least our fate shall be your fate, Renegade, who have sold Egypt to the Hebrew witch in payment of her kisses.  Seize this man and his companions, and when we go down to battle against these Israelites to-morrow after the darkness lifts, let them be set with the captains of the van.  So shall the truth be known at last.”

Thus Pharaoh commanded, and Seti, answering nothing, folded his arms upon his breast and waited.

Men rose from their seats as though to obey Pharaoh and sank back to them again.  Guards started forward and yet remained standing where they were.  Then Bakenkhonsu burst into one of his great laughs.

“O-ho-ho,” he laughed, “Pharaohs have I seen come and go, one and two and three, and four and five, but never yet have I seen a Pharaoh whom none of his councillors or guards could obey however much they willed it.  When you are Pharaoh, Prince Seti, may your luck be better.  Your arm, Ana, my friend, and lead on, Royal Heir of Egypt.  The truth is shown to blind eyes that will not see.  The word is spoken to deaf ears that will not hearken, and the duty done.  Night falls.  Sleep ye well, ye bidden of Osiris, sleep ye well!”

Then we turned and walked from that pavilion.  At its entrance I looked back, and in the low light that precedes the darkness, it seemed to me as though all seated there were already dead.  Blue were their faces and hollow shone their eyes, and from their lips there came no word.  Only they stared at us as we went, and stared and stared again.