Sowewenttothegreatporticoofthepalace，passinginandoutthroughthepaintedpillars，towardsmyownapartments，whenceI
purposedtosendamessagetothePrince。Asitchancedthiswasneedless，sincepresentlywesawhimseatedinalittlebayoutofreachofthesun。ByhissidewasMerapi，andonawovenrugbetweenthemlaytheirsleepinginfant，atwhombothofthemgazedadoringly。
“Strangethatthismother’sheartshouldhidemoremightthancanbeboastedbyallthegodsofEgypt。Strangethatthosemother’seyescanrivetheancientgloryofAmonintodust!“KisaidtomeinsolowavoicethatitalmostseemedasthoughIheardhisthoughtandnothiswords，whichperhapsindeedIdid。
Nowwestoodinfrontofthesethree，andthesunbeingbehindus，foritwasstillearly，theshadowofthecloakedKifelluponababeandlaythere。Ahatefulfancycametome。Itlookedliketheevilformofanembalmerbendingoveronenewdead。Thebabefeltit，openeditslargeeyesandwailed。Merapisawit，andsnatchedupherchild。Setitoorosefromhisseat，exclaiming，“Whocomes？“
Thereon，tomyamazement，KiprostratedhimselfandutteredthesalutationwhichmayonlybegiventotheKingofEgypt：“Life!Blood!