"Patrokles is bringing up the military engines with his Greek regiment."
"But my relative and adjutant, Tutmosis?"
"He is sleeping yet, I suppose."
Ramses stamped impatiently, and was silent. He was a beautiful youth, with a face almost feminine, to which anger and sunburn added charm. He wore a close-fitting coat with blue and white stripes, a kerchief of the same color behind his helmet, a gold chain around his neck, and a costly sword beneath his left arm.
"I see," said the prince, "that Thou alone, Eunana, art mindful of my honor."
The officer covered with amulets bent to the earth.
"Tutmosis is indolent," said the heir. "Return to thy place, Eunana.
Let the vanguard at least have a leader."
Then, looking at the suite which now surrounded him as if it had sprung from under the earth on a sudden, he added,
"Bring my litter. I am as tired as a quarryman."
"Can the gods grow tired?" whispered Eunana, still standing behind him.