"But she cannot come," said he to himself, "for they would kill her."
He stopped and hesitated.
"Who would kill her, Hiram, who believes in nothing, or Dagon, who knows not himself what he is? True, but there is a multitude of other Phoenicians in Egypt, and hundreds of thousands of wild and fanatical pilgrims are prowling around here. In the eyes of those idiots Kama would commit sacrilege were she to visit me."
So he went toward the villa. He did not even think that danger might threaten him there, him, who without drawing his sword might by a mere look bring the whole world to his feet; he, Ramses, and danger!
When the prince came out from among trees, he saw that Kama's house was more brightly lighted and more noisy than usual. In fact, the terrace and the rooms were filled with guests, and around the villa were throngs of people.
"What band is this?" thought Ramses.
It was an uncommon assemblage. Not far from the house was an immense elephant, bearing on his back a gilded litter with purple curtains. At the side of the elephant, neighing and squealing, and, in general, acting impatiently, were horses with large necks and legs, with tails plaited, and with something on their heads like metal helmets.
Among these restless, almost wild animals, some tens of men were busied, men such as Ramses had never seen elsewhere. They had shaggy hair, great beards, pointed caps with ear-laps; some wore long robes of coarse cloth reaching to their heels; others wore short coats and skirts, and some had boots on their feet. All carried swords, bows, and darts.
At sight of these foreigners, stalwart, awkward, laughing vulgarly, smelling of tallow, and speaking an unknown and harsh language, the prince was indignant. As a lion, though not hungry, prepares to spring when he sees a common animal, so Ramses, though they had offended him in no way, felt a terrible hatred toward those strangers. He was irritated by their language, their dress, the odor from their bodies, even their horses. The blood rushed to his head, and he reached for his sword to attack those men slay them and their beasts also. But soon he recovered his senses.
"Set has cast a spell on me," thought Ramses.