"While thus engaged, the regiment is without a commander."
"Am I to command a detachment where his worthiness the minister of war is, and such a leader is present as Patrokles?"
Ramses was silent; meanwhile Tutmosis, approaching him, whispered,
"In what a plight Thou art, O son of the pharaoh! Without a wig, thy hair and dress full of dust, thy skin black and cracked, like the earth in summer. The queen, most deserving of honor, would drive me from the court were she to look at thy wretchedness."
"I am only tired."
"Then take a seat in my litter. In it are fresh garlands of roses, roast birds, and a jug of wine from Cyprus. I have kept also hidden in the camp," added he in a lower voice, "Senura."
"Is she here?" asked the prince; and his eyes, glittering a moment before, were now mist-covered.
"Let the army move on," said Tutmosis; "we will wait here for her."
Ramses recovered himself.
"Leave me, tempter! The battle will come in two hours."