She seized her head in terror.
"What is thy son's name?" repeated he.
"But Thou knowest, lord, that it is Seti," answered she, with a voice almost inaudible.
"Look me in the eyes."
"O Jehovah!" whispered Sarah.
"Thou seest that Thou art lying. And now I will tell thee, my son, the son of the heir to the throne of Egypt, is called Isaac and he is a Jew a low Jew."
"O God, O God of mercy!" cried Sarah, throwing herself at his feet.
Ramses did not raise his head for an instant, but his face was gray.
"I was forewarned," said he, "not to take a Jewess to my house. I was disgusted when I saw thy country place filled with Jews; but I kept my disgust in subjection, for I trusted thee. But them, with thy Jews, hast stolen my son from me, Thou child thief!"
"The priests commanded that he should become a Jew," whispered Sarah, sobbing at the feet of Ramses.