Thus he insured the safety and preservation of the bones of Atsu, and in the eye of the average Egyptian he had served the soldier well.  But Kenkenes was not satisfied.

As he left the shrine he muttered with trembling lips: 

“Bless him!  The fate is not kind which yields to such goodness no reward save gratitude.  There must be, because of the great God’s justness, some especial blessing laid up for Atsu.”

In the time he had spent in the sanctuary the atmosphere had grown hazy and the sun shone obscurely.  To the east were tumbled and darkening masses, which gathered even as he looked and joined till they stretched in a vast and unillumined sweep about the horizon.  The wind had died and the heat bathed him in perspiration.

Once again his eyes sought the pillar and found it above him, still somewhat to the east, yet in form unchanged, in hue undimmed.  Something within him associated the column of cloud with Israel and Israel’s God.

He went to his horse and found him terrified and unmanageable.  After vain efforts to soothe the creature, he walked away a little space, clasping his hands.

“O Thou mysterious God!  By these tokens Thy hand is upon the earth and upon the heavens.  Even as Thou hast shielded me thus far, withdraw not Thy sheltering hand from about me, Thy worshiper, in this, Thy latest hour of mystery.”

He skirted the village, now filling with frightened peasants, and took the path of Israel.

It led in a southeasterly direction toward a far-off hill, barely outlined through the haze of the distance.  Meanwhile the darkness settled and over the sea the somber bastion of cloud heaved its sooty bulk up the sky.  The air stagnated and the whole desert was soundless.

A round and tumbled mass, blue-black but attended by a copper-colored rack, detached itself from a shelf-like stratum of cloud, and elongating, seemed to descend to the surface of the sea.  Daylight went out instantly and a prolonged moan came from the distant east.  Blinding flashes of lightning illuminated the whirling mass and almost absolute darkness fell after each bolt.  Out of the inky midnight toward the east came an ever-increasing sound of a maddened sea, gathering in volume and fury and menace.  Kenkenes flung himself on his face and waited.

He did not have long to wait.

With a noise of mighty rending, reinforced by a continuous roll of savage thunder, the storm struck.  A spinning cone of wind caught a great expanse of sand, and lifting the loose covering, carried a huge twisting column inland—­death and entombment for any living thing it met.  With it went a great blast of spray, stones, sea-weed, masses of sedge uprooted bodily, much wreckage, palm trees, small huts which went to pieces as they were carried along, wild and domestic animals, anything and everything that lay in the path of the storm.