"Jest not. Hadst Thou seen that man's face, sleep would be absent to- night from thy eyes as it is from mine."
Meanwhile from below, among the bushes, was heard a voice, not over powerful, but clear,
"May the One, the All-Powerful, bless thee, Ramses, He who has no name in human speech, or statue in a temple."
Both young men bent forward in astonishment.
"Who art thou?" called out the prince.
"I am the injured people of Egypt," replied the voice, slowly and with calmness.
Then all was silent. No motion, no rustle of branches betrayed human presence in that place.
At command of Ramses servants rushed out with torches, the dogs were unchained, and every bush around the house was searched. But they found no one.
"Who could that have been, Tutmosis?" asked the prince, with emotion.
"Perhaps it was the ghost of that slave who hanged himself?"
"I have never heard ghosts talking, though I have been on guard at temples and tombs more than once. I should think, rather, that he who has just called to us is some friend of thine."