THE FATAL FORCE 63
AMENHATEP.
We shall be patient, and we shall be strong.
THE LEPER.
The noise of rushing feet! The corridor
Rings with their scurrying fear. This is the end.
[Enter a flying soldier, crying aloud, and seeks
a hiding-place.
Speak not, thou trembling slave: we understand!
[The soldier slips on the marble floor, and lies
groaning.
AMENHATEP.
See that due silence greets catastrophe!
No word from now without command of mine.
[Szlence. Then grows a nowse of men fighting,
&c.; above this after a while rises a shrill
laughter, terrifying to hear. Then cries of
victory and the triumphant laugh of a
great conqueror. Fis heavy step, and that
of his staff, &c., 7s mext heard coming
masterfully down the corridor. The soldier
gives a shriek.
THE LEPER.
The Syrian must not see a cur like this
Cower at death. For Egypt’s honour, then !