"Interpret it."

"Very well; the red earth is Syria, as thou knowest, my lord, where
live the wretched Hittites, that is the hereditary land of the
Hebrew, Canaan. The black earth is that of the Nile, thy land, my
lord."

"Again the Hebrews, always the Hebrews! Centuries have passed since
this people wandered into our land. They have increased without
disturbing us. I neither love nor hate them; but now I fear them.
They have had to toil, of late more severely than ever, but they do
not murmur; they are patient as though they expected something to
happen."

"Let them go, my lord."

"No! for then they will go, and found a new kingdom."

"Let them go."

"No, I will destroy them."

"Let them go."

"Certainly I will destroy them."

"But thy dream, my lord."

"I interpret that as a warning and exhortation."