"Dost Thou not know that Lykon resembles the prince? They are as much alike as two leaves of one palm-tree."
"How was Lykon dressed that night?"
"He wore a jacket in yellow and black stripes, a cap of the same material, and a red and blue apron. Do not torment me; return me my health! Be compassionate! I will be faithful to your gods! Are ye going already? Oh, hard-hearted!"
"Poor woman," said the high priest Sem, "I will send to thee a mighty worker of miracles; he may."
"May ye be blessed by Astaroth! No, may your almighty and compassionate gods bless you," whispered Kama, in dreadful weariness.
The dignitaries left the prison and returned to the upper hall. The nomarch, seeing that the high priest Mefres kept his eyes cast down and his lips fixed, asked him,
"Art Thou not rejoiced, holy man, at these wonderful discoveries made by our chief?"
"I have no reason to rejoice," answered Mefres, dryly. "The case, instead of being simplified, has grown difficult. Sarah asserts that she killed the child, while the Phoenician woman answers as if some one had taught her."
"Then dost Thou not believe, worthiness?" interrupted the chief.
"No, for I have never seen two men so much alike that one could be mistaken for the other. Still more, I have never heard that there exists in Pi-Bast a man who could counterfeit our viceroy, may he live through eternity!"