IwaitedbehindthePrince，thinkingitwelltowatchhisbackamongallthosefiercemen，anddidnothearwhatthepriestsaidtohim，ashewhisperedinthatholyplace。Kohathledhimforward，tofreehimfromthethrong，Ithought，tilltheycametotheheadofthelittletemplethatwasmarkedbysomesteps，abovewhichhungathickandheavycurtain。ThePrince，walkingon，didnotseethelowestofthesestepsinthegloom，whichwasdeep。Hisfootcaughtonit；hefellforward，andtosavehimselfgraspedatthecurtainwherethetwohalvesofitmet，anddraggeditopen，revealingachamberplainandsmallbeyond，inwhichwasanaltar。ThatwasallIhadtimetosee，fornextinstantaroarofragerenttheairandknivesflashedinthegloom。
“TheEgyptiandefilesthetabernacle!“shoutedone。“Draghimoutandkillhim!“screamedanother。
“Friends，“saidSeti，turningastheysurgedtowardshim，“ifIhavedoneaughtwrongitwasbychance-“
Hecouldaddnomore，seeingthattheywereonhim，orratheronmewhohadleaptinfrontofhim。Alreadytheyhadgraspedmyrobesandmyhandwasonmysword-hilt，whenthepriestKohathcriedout：
“MenofIsrael，areyoumad？WouldyoubringPharaoh’svengeanceonus？“