Egypt's face had changed, with more slaves and grandeur than Moses remembered the land ever having before. White temples and statues glittered, seducing the hearts of travellers who set eyes on the glory of Egypt. Only Moses and Tzipporah's hearts remained cold to this melodramatic splendour, like a noblewoman who wore every single piece of jewellery she owned at once, believing herself beautiful, not seeing how ugly all the adornments really made her look. Egypt was like this noblewoman, unheeding that all her superfluous flourishes of beauty would in the end undo her and the cruel king on its throne.