"A quick voyage, O Egypt!" he cried.
"And a briefer stay!" she replied, as, with a strong push, the black sent them shooting into the open water again.
"You will give me the rudder now."
"Oh no," said she, laughing. "To you, the chariot; to me, the boat. We are merely at the lake's end, and the lesson is that I must not sing any more. Having been to Egypt, let us now to the Grove of Daphne."