But suddenly the silence was shattered by a shout.
"I have her!" someone yelled. Then came a multitude of sounds. The piercing voice of Hrihor was audible above them all.
"Light the lamps! Hast thou the other, too?"
"Nay—he is not here."
"Not here? What—"
spark of light made an erratic course from the Temple door: someone was bringing a flame to light the lamps. A moment later there was a flare of yellow light as the oil in a large wall lamp caught fire, and then the darkness melted further before a wave of light from the opposite wall. Now could be seen the warriors who, with gleaming outdrawn swords, were clustered around the girl. Shabako was gripping her arm and shaking her roughly: the High Priest was drawing to a stop before her, to stand glaring at her with hate-inflamed eyes.
"Tell us!" roared the Pharaoh. "Where is the man?"
She looked at him levelly. Her eyes were quite calm, and she breathed evenly. There was a glorious light in her eyes as she replied.