Go on, lad, in that path, and thou mayst find those who shall cry the royal salute of Bayete to thee at the end of it.

Only keep out of my way, for two of a kind might not agree.

Now begone!" So we went out, but as we passed them I saw the doctors muttering together, for they were ill-pleased and foreboded evil.

Also they were jealous of me, and wished to smite me through the heart of him who was called my son..