"What dost Thou wish, my son?" asked the high priest of the chief, who was somewhat confused by the meeting.
Tutmosis mastered himself quickly, and said,
"Herhor, high priest of Amon in Thebes, because of letters which Thou hast written to Sargon, the Assyrian satrap, which letters I have with me, Thou art accused of high treason to the state, and must justify thyself before the pharaoh."
"If the young lord," answered Herhor calmly, "wishes to learn the object of the policy of the eternally living Ramses XII, let him apply to our Supreme Council and he will receive explanations."
"I summon thee to follow me at once, unless Thou wish that I should force thee," continued Tutmosis.
"My son, I implore the gods to preserve thee from violence, and from the punishment which Thou deservest."
"Wilt Thou go?" asked Tutmosis.
"I wait here for Ramses," answered Herhor.
"Well, then, remain here, trickster!" cried Tutmosis.
He drew his sword and rushed at Herhor.