"I have seen so much. I have passed through so much," thought Ramses. "I have been present at the building of our temples, and even at the birth of the great sphinx, which is beyond having an age now, and all this happened in the course of fourteen hours."
Now the last thought flashed before the prince: "A man who has passed through so much cannot live long."
A chill went through him from head to foot, and he fell asleep.
He woke next morning a couple of hours after sunrise. His eyes smarted, all his bones ached; he coughed a little, but his mind was clear and his heart full of courage.
Tutmosis was at the door of the tent.
"What is it?" asked the prince.
"Spies from the Libyan boundary bring strange news," said the favorite. "A great throng of people are approaching our ravine, not troops, however, but unarmed men, with children and women; at the head of them is Musawasa, and the foremost of the Libyans."
"What does this mean?"
"Evidently they wish to beg peace of thee."
"After one battle?" asked the prince, with wonder.