“It would be hard to keep Ki bound, Prince, if he wished to go free,” answered Bakenkhonsu. “Moreover, before ever we entered the chariots at Memphis he had departed south for Thebes. I saw him go.”
“And I gave orders that he should not be allowed to return, for I hold him an ill guest, or so thinks the lady Merapi,” replied Seti with a sigh.
“Now that we are here what would the Prince do?” I asked.
“Descend to the camp of Pharaoh and say what we have to say, Ana.”
“And if he will not listen, Prince?”
“Then cry our message aloud and return.”
“And if he will not suffer us to return, Prince?”
“Then stand still and live or die as the gods may decree.”
“Truly our lord has a great heart!” exclaimed Bakenkhonsu, “and though I feel over young to die, I am minded to see the end of this matter with him,” and he laughed aloud.
But I who was afraid thought that O-ho-ho of his, which the sky seemed to echo back upon our heads, a strange and indeed a fearful sound.