"Terrible things!" called out Tafet. "Unbelievers attacked thy house; one hurled a stone and struck Sarah."
"What unbelievers?"
"But those the Egyptians!" explained Tafet.
The prince cast a contemptuous glance at her, but rage mastered him straightway.
"Who struck Sarah? Who threw the stone?" shouted he, seizing the arm of the black man.
"Those from beyond the river," answered the slave.
"Hei, watchman!" cried the prince, foaming at the mouth, "arm all the men in this place for me and follow that rabble!"
The black slave seized his axe again, the overseers fell to summoning workmen from the buildings, some soldiers of the prince's suite grasped their sword-hilts mechanically.
"By the mercy of Jehovah, what art Thou doing?" whispered Sarah, as she hung on the neck of Ramses.
"I wish to avenge thee," answered he; "whoso strikes at that which is mine strikes at me."