"Holy Isis! guests of a spirit! What a ghastly hospice for women! How came ye here?"
For a moment there was silence, so marked that Masanath ceased her dainty feeding and drew back a little.
"Are ye lepers?" she asked in a frightened voice.
"Nay, we are fugitives," Rachel answered.
"Fugitives! What strait brought you to seek such asylum as this?"
Again a speaking pause.
"Who art thou, Lady?" Rachel asked, at last.
"I am Masanath, daughter of Har-hat, fan-bearer to the Pharaoh."
"And thou art a friend of the oppressed?" the Israelite continued.
"It is my boast before the gods," the Egyptian answered with dignity.