"The heir to the throne!" shouted Patrokles.
A moment of silence.
"Open ranks!" commanded the same voice, mighty as before.
The regiments of the eastern army opened slowly, like heavy folding- doors, and the Greek division passed between them.
Then a gray-haired warrior in golden helmet and armor approached Prince
Ramses and said with a low obeisance,
"Erpatr, [Heir] Thou hast conquered. Only a great warrior could free himself from difficulty in that way."
"Thou art Nitager, the bravest of the brave!" cried the prince.
At that moment Herhor approached. He had heard the conversation, and said abruptly,
"Had there been on your side such an awkward leader as the erpatr, how could we have finished the maneuvers?"
"Let the young warrior alone!" answered Nitager. "Is it not enough for thee that he has shown the iron claws, as was proper for a son of the pharaoh?"