There are plenty of slaves to work.' A richly-dressed official hurried out.
'You will be the idol of the people,' Rekh-mara whispered joyously; 'the Temple of Amen will not contain their offerings.' Cyril struck another match, and all the court was overwhelmed with delight and wonder.

And when Cyril took the candle from his pocket and lighted it with the match, and then held the burning candle up before the King the enthusiasm knew no bounds.
'Oh, greatest of all, before whom sun and moon and stars bow down,' said Rekh-mara insinuatingly, 'am I pardoned?
Is my innocence made plain ?' 'As plain as it ever will be, I daresay,' said Pharaoh shortly.

'Get along with you.

You are pardoned.

Go in peace.' The priest went with lightning swiftness.
'And what,' said the King suddenly, 'is it that moves in that sack?
Show me, oh strangers.' There was nothing for it but to show the Psammead.
'Seize it,' said Pharaoh carelessly.