Here in Pelusium you welcome Rameses as if he were a God, and he accepts the honor.

I know the king, he is too proud to be distrustful, and so conceited that he can never believe himself deceived in any man, either friend or foe.

The man whom he appointed to be his Regent, whom he designated as the worthiest in the land, he will most unwillingly condemn.

Today you still have the car of the king; to-morrow he will listen to your enemies, and too much has occurred in Thebes to be blotted out.

You are in the position of a lion who has his keeper on one side, and the bars of his cage on the other.