He told me that before he attended in the chapel he had been received by the Empress, who had spoken to him very kindly, making light of their difference of opinion as to images and with her own mouth confirmed him in his bishopric, even hinting at his possible promotion.
"This, my son," he added, "I am well aware I owe to your good offices." I asked him if he would return at once to Upper Egypt, where he had his bishopric.
"No, my son," he answered, "not yet awhile.

The truth is that there have arrived here the chief man in my diocese, and his daughter.

He is a descendant of the old Pharaohs of the Egyptians who lives near the second cataract of the Nile, almost on the borders of Ethiopia, whither the accursed children of Mahomet have not yet forced their way.

He is still a great man among the Egyptians, who look upon him as their lawful prince.

His mission here is to try to plan a new war upon the followers of the Prophet, who, he holds, might be assailed by the Empire at the mouths of the Nile, while he attacked them with his Egyptians from the south." Now I grew interested, who had always grieved over the loss of Egypt to the Empire, and asked what was this prince's name.
"Magas, my son, and his daughter is named Heliodore.