"The boy must be a good boxer."
"He had a sword."
"So much the better for him."
"No, so much the worse; for his victim was an Egyptian."
"That's a bad job. I fear it can only have an unfortunate end. A foreigner, who kills an Egyptian, is as sure of death as if he had the rope already round his neck. However, just now he'll get a few days' grace; the priests are all so busy praying for the dying king that they have no time to try criminals."
"I'd give a great deal to be able to save that poor fellow. I know his father."
"Yes, and then after all he only did his duty. A man must defend himself."
"Do you happen to know where he is imprisoned?"
"Of course I do. The great prison is under repair, and so he has been put for the present in the storehouse between the principal guard-house of the Egyptian body-guard and the sacred grove of the temple of Neith. I have only just come home from seeing them take him there."
"He is strong and has plenty of courage; do you think he could get away, if we helped him?"