The prince was confused. Whence could Sarah know of Kama, and know that she was wicked?
"As dust squeezes into caskets, so scandals work into the quietest houses," said Ramses. "Who has spoken to thee of a Phoenician?"
"Do I know who? My heart and an evil omen."
"Then are there omens?"
"Terrible. One old priestess learned, I suppose from a crystal ball, that we shall all perish through Phoenicians, especially I and my son," burst out Sarah.
"And Thou who believest in One, in Jehovah, fearest the fictions of some stupid old woman who is perhaps intriguing? Where is thy great Deity?"
"My God is only mine, but those others are thine; so I must revere them."
"Then that old woman spoke to thee of Phoenicians?" asked Ramses.
"She told me long ago, while in Memphis, that I should guard against a
Phoenician woman," answered Sarah. "Here all are speaking of a
Phoenician priestess. I cannot tell; maybe it is only something
wandering in my troubled head."
"People say even that were it not for her spell Thou wouldst not have sprung into the arena. Oh, if the bull had killed thee! Even today, when I think of the evil which might have happened, the heart grows cold in my bosom."