"No, Dio, you, no one but you!"
"Where did he come from? How did they find him?"
"Mahu brought him, but I don't know where from."
"Have you seen him?"
"I have."
"Well, how is he, what does he look like?"
"Better not ask. Such a thing hasn't happened since the days of the god Ra! In rags, unwashed, unshaved, bristles on his face, thin, black with sunburn and, dreadful to say, scars on his back. But, thanks to Mahu, no one except us knows anything about it—he has managed it all splendidly! We washed, shaved and dressed him...."
He stopped, as though lost in thought and then turned to Dio again.
"Well, why do you stand still? Go to her and I will keep watch here. When the king heard she was ill he rushed to her and we had difficulty to hold him back.... Go, don't be afraid. God willing, everything will come right!"
Dio returned to the bedroom. The queen was lying with her eyes open. She looked at Dio intently.