At that moment the prince appeared. The general greeted him with respect, but did not stop his investigation.
"I will have belts cut from your bodies! I will impale you on stakes, if I do not learn this minute where that poisonous reptile is, that son of a wild boar."
"Ei! where our leader is?" cried one of the Libyans, pointing to a little crowd on horseback which was advancing slowly in the depth of the desert.
"What is that?" inquired the prince.
"The wretch Musawasa is fleeing!" said Patrokles, and he almost fell to the ground.
The blood rushed to Ramses' head.
Then Musawasa was here and escaped?
"Hei! whoso has the best horse, follow me!"
"Well," said Patrokles, laughing, "that sheep-stealer himself will bleat now!"
Pentuer stopped the way to the prince.