You most of you know me." "You are Nebsecht the leech, who set my broken leg," cried a sailor.
"And cured my bad eye," said a weaver.
"That tall handsome man is Pentaur, I know him well," cried the girl, whose opinion had been overheard by Bent-Anat.
"Preacher this, preacher that!" shouted the boy, and he would have rushed forward, but the people held him back, and divided respectfully at Nebsecht's command to make way for him to get at those who had been hurt.
First he stooped over the old paraschites.
"Shame upon you!" he exclaimed.--"You have killed the old man." "And I," said Pentaur, "Have dipped my peaceful hand in blood to save his innocent and suffering grandchild from a like fate." "Scorpions, vipers, venomous reptiles, scum of men!" shrieked Nebsecht, and he sprang wildly forward, seeking Uarda.

When he saw her sitting safe at the feet of old Hekt, who had made her way into the courtyard, he drew a deep breath of relief, and turned his attention to the wounded.
"Did you knock down all that are lying here ?" he whispered to his friend.
Pentaur nodded assent and smiled; but not in triumph, rather in shame; like a boy, who has unintentionally squeezed to death in his hand a bird he has caught.
Nebsecht looked round astonished and anxious.

"Why did you not say who you were ?" he asked.

"Because the spirit of the God Menth possessed me," answered Pentaur.

"When I saw that accursed villain there with his hand in the girl's hair, I heard and saw nothing, I--" "You did right," interrupted Nebsecht.