ThenonceagainthewaveofWarrolledinuponthem，andthestrifegrewfierceanddesperate。Theironhedgeofspearswaswell-nighbroken，andnowtheWanderer，doingsuchdeedsashadnotbeenknowninKhem，stoodalonebetweenMeriamuntheQueenandtheswordsthatthirstedforherlifeandthelifeofPharaoh。Thenofasudden，fromfardownthegreathallofbanquets，therecamealoudcrythatshrilledabovetheclashofswords，thegroansofmen，andallthedinofbattle。
“/Pharaoh！Pharaoh！Pharaoh！/“roseavoice。“Nowwiltthouletthepeoplego？“
Thenhewhosmotestayedhishandandhewhoguardeddroppedhisshield。Thebattleceasedandallturnedtolook。Thereattheendofthehall，amongthedeadanddying，therestoodthetwoancientmenoftheApura，andintheirhandswerecedarrods。
“ItistheWizards——theWizardsoftheApura，“mencried，andshrunkthiswayandthat，thinkingnomoreonwar。
Theancientmendrewnigh。Theytooknoheedofthedyingorthedead: