Rage, disgust, and scorn stopped her utterance; but Rameri had heard
Nefert's shriek, and in two steps stood by the women.

"Cowardly scoundrel!" he cried, and lifted the oar in his hand. Paaker
evaded the blow, and called to the dog with a peculiar hiss:

"Pull him down, Descher."

The hound flew at the prince; but Rameri, who from his childhood, had
been his father's companion in many hunts and field sports, gave the
furious brute such a mighty blow on the muzzle that he rolled over with a
snort.

Paaker believed that he possessed in the whole world no more faithful
friend than this dog, his companion on all his marches across desert
tracts or through the enemy's country, and when he saw him writhing on
the ground his rage knew no bounds, and he flew at the youngster with his
whip; but Rameri--madly excited by all the events of the night, full of
the warlike spirit of his fathers, worked up to the highest pitch by the
insults to the two ladies, and seeing that he was their only protector--
suddenly felt himself endowed with the strength of a man; he dealt the
pioneer such a heavy blow on the left hand, that he dropped his whip, and
now seized the dagger in his girdle with his right.

Bent-Anat threw herself between the man and the stripling, who was hardly
more than a boy, once more declared her name, and this time her brother's
also, and commanded Paaker to make peace among the boatmen. Then she led
Nefert, who remained unrecognized, into the boat, entered it herself with
her companions, and shortly after landed at the palace, while Paaker's
mother, for whom he had called his boat, had yet a long time to wait