"And now show me the gifts intended for his holiness, so that I may judge whether they will move the heart of the all-powerful pharaoh."
At this moment Mentezufis gave a sign to Pentuer who was standing on the prince's chariot.
When Pentuer descended and approached the holy man with honor,
Mentezufis whispered,
"I fear lest the triumph may rise to the head of our young lord over much. Dost Thou not think it would be wise to interrupt the solemnity in some way?"
"On the contrary," answered Pentuer, "do not interrupt the solemnity, and I guarantee that he will not have a joyous face."
"Thou wilt perform a miracle."
"If I succeed I shall merely show him that in this world great delight is attended by deep suffering."
"Do as Thou wishest," said Mentezufis, "for the gods have given thee wisdom worthy a member of the highest council."
Trumpets and drums were heard, and the triumphal review began.
At the head of it went naked slaves bearing gifts. Rich Libyans guarded these bondmen who carried gold and silver divinities, boxes filled with perfumes, enameled vessels, stuffs, furniture, finally gold dishes dotted with rubies, sapphires, and emeralds. The slaves who bore these had shaven heads and were gagged lest some one of them might steal a costly jewel.