"Thou art an Egyptian. Thy kind hath no friendship for Israel." "I am of Egypt, but I am one with you in faith. Conduct me to the prince, I pray you." "Take him," said one to the other. "He is but one." The Hebrew, thus addressed, motioned Kenkenes to follow him, and turned toward the encampment. They passed through a lane between two tribes. Kenkenes guessed, looking first upon one and then the other, that there were one hundred thousand in the two. Strip a city of her plan and shape, her houses, her pleasures and commerce; leave only her people, their smallest possessions, and all their fears; beset such a city with an army on three sides, the sea on the fourth and a furious hurricane over all--and in such state and of such appearance were these two tribes. Kenkenes fortified himself and resisted with all his might the contagious panic that seemed about to attack him. As well as he might, he concentrated his mind upon other things. He noted that the shadows were long like those of afternoon. Turning his head, he saw that the pillar stood behind the encampment and that its light was thrown forward and downward, not backward and outward. Very manifestly, the benefits of the miracle were only for the believers in Jehovah. The marvel brought into the young man's mind some natural speculation concerning the great miracle-worker to whom his guide was leading him. What manner of man was he about to look upon,--a sorcerer, a trafficker in horrors, a confounder of men? Ahead, particularly illumined by the celestial light, was a group of elders--great, grave men, misted in the flying fleeces of their own beards. They bent firmly against the blast and the broad streaming of their ample drapings added much to the idea of supernatural power and resistance they inspired. The Hebrew leading Kenkenes slackened his step as if hesitating to approach so venerable a council, when suddenly the group separated, revealing a majestic man about whom it had been clustered. After a word in his own tongue, delivered with bent head and deferential attitude, the Hebrew stood aside. Kenkenes prepared to meet a prince of Egypt, whatever the personality of the Israelite. He dropped on one knee, bent his head and extended his hand with the palm toward Moses. The great man took the fingers and bade the young Egyptian arise. Forty years a courtier, forty years a shepherd, but the graces of the one had not been forgotten in the simplicities of the other. When Kenkenes gained his feet, lo! he faced the wondrous stranger he had seen in the tomb of the Incomparable Pharaoh. At a sign from Moses Kenkenes came near to him, that the howl of the tempest and the turmoil of Israel might not drown their voices. "Thou art weary, my son," the Israelite said, glancing at the tired face and dusty raiment. "Hast thou come from afar?" "From Goshen to Tanis, and hither, O Prince." "Afoot?" "Even so."