He was clothed in a linen tunic of white, embroidered heavily in colours.

He was gay with anklets, bracelets, and armlets of gold, richly inlaid.

He wore a ring on his finger, and he had a short jacket of gold embroidery something like the Zouave soldiers wear, and on his neck was a gold collar with many amulets hanging from it.

But among the amulets the children could see none like theirs.
'It doesn't matter which Temple,' said Cyril frankly.
'Tell me your mission,' said the young man.

'I am a divine father of the Temple of Amen Ra and perhaps I can help you.' 'Well,' said Cyril, 'we've come from the great Empire on which the sun never sets.' 'I thought somehow that you'd come from some odd, out-of-the-way spot,' said the priest with courtesy.
'And we've seen a good many palaces.