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Did the goddess indeed send thee to seek me out?

Hataska drank, and instantly, with a great cry, she fell dead across the board.

Slowly she drew away, while he followed her, awful to see.

On the knees of Osiris sat the body of the Pharaoh Meneptah.

'Art thou there, friend!' cried the wanderer.

Hataska! Hataska! Hataska!

Dead is thy son, o Pharaoh!

The wanderer was bending over a small brazier.

Down this road hurried a multitude of men of all races and of every age. Here the prince was borne along in his litter; here the young noble travelled in his chariot.

The torn web fell.

And they whispered each to each.

They rushed upon the wanderer like wolves upon a stag at bay.

Then madness came upon him.

For these were the tormentors.

Thou art not the first who hath turned aside a messenger from the gods.

There she stood in the heart of the fire.

Now the mighty host of the nine-bows rolled back, thinned and shattered.

By his side stood the golden Helen.

'Endure, my heart,' he cried.

'Oh, thou evil woman.'

'Whom hast thou longed for most, true love of mine?'

Then his strength was shaken with sobbing.

Then he knew... that death came upon him from the water.

The silent isle.

And they sped rejoicing in the sunlight.

Yet they did not easily master him; but ..... they overpowered him by main force at last.