He felt miserable, and he asked himself why the storm had not swamped the boat, and the Nile had not swallowed him.
Bitterness and rage filled his breast, and he wished he were a child, and might cry.

But his mood soon changed, his breath came quickly, his breast heaved, and an ominous light glowed in his eyes.

He was not thinking of his love, but of the revenge that was even dearer to him.
"That brood of Rameses!" he muttered.

"I will sweep them all away together--the king, and Mena, and those haughty princes, and many more--I know how.

Only wait, only wait!" and he flung up his right fist with a threatening gesture.
The door opened at this instant, and his mother entered the room; the raging of the storm had drowned the sound of her steps, and as she approached her revengeful son, she called his name in horror at the mad wrath which was depicted in his countenance.