"This we have no reason to show him gratitude, which would really be weakness. But since he wants money at once, we will not give him money."
"But but then what?" inquired Herhor.
"Afterward he will govern the state and increase the army without money," answered the irritated Mefres.
"But if his famished army wants to rob temples?"
"Ha! ha! ha!" burst out Mefres, but suddenly he grew serious and bowing said in an ironical tone,
"That pertains to thee, worthiness. A man who for so many years has directed the state should prepare for such dangers."
"Let us suppose," said Herhor, slowly, "that I can find means against dangers to the state. But canst thou, worthiness, who art the senior high priest, provide against insults to the priestly order and the temples?"
They looked each other in the eyes for a moment.
"Dost Thou inquire whether I can? Whether I can? I need make no effort. The gods have placed in my hands a thunderbolt which will destroy every author of sacrilege."
"Pst!" whispered Herhor. "Let that take place."