"Go down to Khu-Zeshep, he will walk past there," Yubra answered.
Issachar walked down the hill and sat down on the sand at the foot of the Sphinx.
The sun was rising and the black shadow of the great pyramid slowly moved along the white sand like the shadow on a sundial measuring out minutes and ages, the passage of time and eternity. "How many minutes—how many ages will it be till He comes?" Issachar thought.
He suddenly saw Neser-Bata coming towards him down the hill. He went to meet him, fell at his feet and cried:
"Rejoice, Akhnaton, King of Egypt!"
He gazed into his face still unable to believe his eyes; he recognized him and yet he did not.
The prophet looked at him in silence and said, shaking his head:
"No, my son, you are mistaken, I am a beggar and a wanderer, Bata. And who are you?"
"Issachar, son of Hamuel, the one who wanted to kill you. Don't you know me?"
Suddenly Bata bent quickly down to him and whispered: