"Centurion," said he to the officer, "take that woman with her child and conduct her to the building where my household slaves dwell. That Jewess will not be mistress here; she is to be the servant of her who takes this place.
"And thou, steward," said he, turning to the official, "see that the Jewess does not forget, to-morrow morning, to wash the feet of her mistress, who will come hither directly. If this serving-woman should prove stubborn, she is to receive stripes at command of her mistress. Conduct the woman to the servants' quarters."
The officer and steward approached Sarah, but stopped, as they dared not touch her; but there was no need to do so.
Sarah wound a garment around the puling child, and left the room, whispering,
"O God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, have mercy on us!"
She bowed low before the prince, and from her eyes tears flowed in silence.
While she was still in the antechamber, Ramses heard her sweet voice,
"God of Abraham Isa."
When all was quiet, the viceroy called the officer and steward.
"Go with torches to the house among the fig-trees."