thicker than at any other point, for it was
said that through this gate, the one by which she had entered Babylon,
the Egyptian Princess was to be led out of the city in shame and
disgrace. For this reason a larger number of whipbearers were stationed
here, in order to make way for travellers entering the city. Very few
people indeed left the city at all on this day, for curiosity was
stronger than either business or pleasure; those, on the other hand, who
arrived from the country, took up their stations near the gate on hearing
what had drawn the crowd thither.

It was nearly mid-day, and only wanted a few hours to the time fixed for
Nitetis' disgrace, when a caravan approached the gate with great speed.
The first carriage was a so-called harmamaxa, drawn by four horses decked
out with bells and tassels; a two-wheeled cart followed, and last in the
train was a baggage-wagon drawn by mules. A fine, handsome man of about
fifty, dressed as a Persian courtier, and another, much older, in long
white robes, occupied the first carriage. The cart was filled by a number
of slaves in simple blouses, and broad-brimmed felt hats, wearing the
hair cut close to the head. An old man, dressed as a Persian servant,
rode by the side of the cart. The driver of the first carriage had great
difficulty in making way for his gaily-ornamented horses through the
crowd; he was obliged to come to a halt before the gate and call some
whip-bearers to his assistance. "Make way for us!" he cried to the
captain of the police who came up with some of his men; "the royal post
has no time to lose, and I am driving some one, who will make you repent
every minute's delay."

"Softly, my son," answered the official. "Don't you see that it's easier
to-day to get out of Babylon, than to come in? Whom are you driving?"

"A nobleman, with a passport from the king. Come, be quick and make way
for us."

"I don't know about that; your caravan does not look much like royalty."

"What have you to do with that? The pass. . . . "

"I must see it, before I let you into the city." These words were half
meant for the traveller, whom he was scrutinizing very suspiciously.

While the man in the Persian dress was feeling in his sleeve for the
passport, the whip-bearer turned to some comrades who had just come up,
and pointed out the scanty retinue of the travellers, saying: "Did you
ever see such a queer cavalcade? There's something odd about these
strangers, as sur