Evennow，asitchanced，wedidnotreachGoshenwithoutfurthertrouble。JustaswehadcrossedthebridgeoverthecanalI，toilingbehind，sawintheclearmoonlightayoungmanrunningtowardsus。HewasaHebrew，tall，well-madeandveryhandsomeinhisfashion。Hiseyesweredarkandfierce，hisnosewashooked，histeethwhereregularandwhite，andhislong，blackhairhungdowninamassuponhisshoulders。Heheldawoodenstaffinhishandandanakedknifewasgirdedabouthismiddle。Seeingthechariothehaltedandpeeredatit，thenaskedinHebrewifthosewhotravelledhadseenaughtofayoungIsraelitishladywhowaslost。
“Ifyouseekme，Laban，Iamhere，“repliedMerapi，speakingfromtheshadowofthecloak。
“WhatdoyoutherealonewithanEgyptian，Merapi？“hesaidfiercely。
WhatfollowedIdonotknowfortheyspokesoquicklyintheirunfamiliartonguethatIcouldnotunderstandthem。AtlengthMerapiturnedtothePrince，saying：
“Lord，thisisLabanmyaffianced，whocommandsmetodescendfromthechariotandaccompanyhimasbestIcan。“