Howfineathing，thoughtItomyself，itistobeaPrincewhobyliftingafingercanthuscommandserviceatanymomentofthedayornight。
JustatthatmomentSetisaidtome：
“See，Ana，howsadathingitistobeaPrince，whocannotevenstirabroadwithoutnoticetohishouseholdandcommandingtheserviceofasecretguardtospyuponhiseveryaction，anddoubtlesstomakereportthereoftothepoliceofPharaoh。“
Therearetwofacestoeverything，thoughtItomyselfagain。
Wewalkeddownabroadstreetborderedbytrees，beyondwhichwerelime-washed，flat-roofedhousesbuiltofsun-driedbrick，standing，eachofthem，initsowngarden，tillatlengthwecametothegreatmarket-placejustasthefullmoonroseabovethepalm-trees，makingtheworldalmostaslightasday。Tanis，orRamesesasitisalsocalled，wasaveryfinecitythen，ifonlyhalfthesizeofMemphis，thoughnowthattheCourthasleftitIhearitismuchdeserted。