"Who are ye?" inquired she, alarmed. "Ye have come down from the hills, like travelers who wish bread and water, but ye speak to me as might the greatest lords. Who are ye? Thy sword," said she, turning to Ramses, "is set with emeralds, and on thy neck is a chain of such work as even our lord, the great Sesofris, has not in his treasury."
"Better tell me if I please thee," insisted Ramses, pressing her hand and looking into her eyes tenderly.
"Thou art beautiful, as beautiful as the angel Gabriel; but I fear thee, for I know not who Thou art."
Then from beyond the hilltop was heard the sound of a trumpet.
"They are calling thee!" cried Tutmosis.
"And if I were as great a lord as thy Sesofris?" asked Ramses.
"Then maybe" answered Sarah.
"And if I carried the fan of the nomarch of Memphis?"
"Thou mayest be even as great as that."
Somewhere beyond the hill was heard the second trumpet.