"The Phoenicians are dangerous, born enemies of Egypt," said Mefres.
The heir smiled.
"Holy fathers, if ye would lend me money, and if ye had beautiful maidens in your temples, I should see you oftener. But as things are, I must be friendly with Phoenicians."
"Men say, Erpatr, that Thou dost visit that Phoenician woman during night hours."
"I must till the girl gains wit and moves to my house. But have no fear, I go with a sword; and if any man should bar the way to me."
"But through that Phoenician woman Thou hast conceived repulsion for
King Assar's envoy."
"Not through her by any means, but because Sargon smells of tallow. But whither does this lead? Ye, holy fathers, are not overseers of my women; I think that the worthy Sargon has not committed his to you. What is your desire?"
Mefres was so confused that blushes appeared on his shaven forehead.
"It is true, worthiness," answered he, "thy love affairs and the methods therein do not pertain to us. But there is a worse thing, people are astonished that the cunning Hiram lent thee a hundred talents with such readiness, even without a pledge."
The prince's lips quivered, but again he answered quietly,