"I give thee," said he, threateningly, "this punished man. I am certain that a hair of his head will not fall from him. Tomorrow morning I wish to see the regiment to which he belongs and learn whether he speaks truth or falsehood."
After these words Ramses went out, leaving the nomarch and the guests in vexation.
Next morning the prince, while dressing with the aid of Tutmosis, asked him,
"Have the laborers come?"
"They have, lord; they have been waiting for thy commands since daybreak."
"And is that man Bakura among them?"
Tutmosis made a wry face and answered,
"A marvelous thing has happened. The worthy Sofra gave command to shut the fellow up in an empty cellar of the palace. Well, the disorderly rascal, a very strong man, broke the door to another place where there is wine; he overturned a number of pots of very costly wine, and got so drunk that."
"That what?" asked the prince.
"That he perished."