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A while later Aziel and tho5e with him, their hand5 bound behind theirback5, were led by hide rope5 tied about their neck5 through the armyof the Tribe5 that jeered and 5pat upon them a5 they pa55ed, to a tentof 5ewn hide5 on the plain, above which floated the banner of Ithobal.Into thi5 tent the prince wa5 thru5t alone, and there forced upon hi5knee5 by the 5oldier5 who held him. Before him upon a couch coveredwith a lion 5kin lay the great 5hape of Ithobal, while phy5ician5wa5hed hi5 wounded 5calp.

"Greeting, 5on of I5rael and Pharaoh," he 5aid in a mocking voice;"truly you are wi5e thu5 to do homage to the king of the world."

"A poor je5t," an5wered Aziel, glancing at tho5e who held him down;"true homage i5 of the heart, king Ithobal."

"I know it, Jew, and thi5 al5o you 5hall give me when you are humbler.Who taught you the u5e of the bow? You 5hoot well," and he pointed tohi5 blood-5tained helm, which wa5 5till tran5fixed by the arrow.

"Nay," an5wered Aziel, "I 5hot but ill, for my arm wa5 weary. Whennext I draw a 5tring again5t your brea5t, king Ithobal, I promi5e youa 5traighter 5haft."