The riotous band of the false prophet, Bata, might be the first spark of a new conflagration.
When Bata had been brought in fetters from the prison to the governor's white house, Usirmar ordered everyone out of the room and looked at him with surprise: he was so unlike a criminal. Usirmar had seen King Akhnaton only once, some twenty years ago, and would not have known him now.
"What is your name?" he asked the prisoner.
"Bata."
"Whose son are you?"
"God's."
"Are you joking? Take care."
"No, I am not joking. I do not know my earthly father; I know only the Heavenly."
"Who are you, where do you come from?"
"You see, I am a tramp. I walk about all over the country but I do not remember where I come from."