Tutmosis grew pale, and shook his head.
"Hear me, lord," said he; "wilt Thou discover in the night and in a multitude the men who committed the crime?"
"All one to me. The rabble did it, and the rabble must give answer."
"No judge will say that," reflected Tutmosis. "But Thou art to be the highest judge."
The prince became thoughtful. Tutmosis continued,
"Stop! what would the pharaoh our lord say to-morrow? And what delight would reign among our foes in the east and the west, if they heard that the heir to the throne, almost at the royal palace, was attacked in the night by his own people?"
"Oh, if my father would give me even half the army, our enemies on all sides of the world would be silent forever!" said the prince, stamping on the pavement.
"Finally, remember that man who hanged himself; Thou wert sorry when an innocent man lost his life. But today is it possible that Thou art willing thyself to slay innocent people?"
"Enough!" interrupted Ramses, in a deep voice. "My anger is like a water-jar. Woe to him on whom it falls! Let us enter."
The frightened Tutmosis drew back. The prince took Sarah by the hand and went to the terrace. He seated her near the table on which was the unfinished supper, and approaching the light drew the bandage from her forehead.