again. Or perchance it was the very same that Osiris left upon the earth when he passed to Heaven; I know not.
Thus he spoke, stumbling at the words like an ill-bred mule upon a stony path till, wearying of the tale, I broke in,
Therefore, O Kallikrates, you in your turn gave the enchanted ancient amulet to a woman you desired, or who desired you, hoping that its virtues might consecrate your unhallowed union. O priest forsworn, how did you dare this sacrilege—to set upon your lover's hand the ring, the very ring of Isis that once great Khaemuas wore, given to you by the Prophetess of Isis to lift you from the gates of death.
Then bending forward so that the shadow of the statue behind no longer hid me, I uncovered my face and looked him in the eyes.
I thought it!
he said, though who could have dreamed that here in this ruin—? It is the Oracle and the Prophetess. It is the Child of Isis, the Daughter of Wisdom herself whose voice I knew again through all her feigning,
and he fell to the ground so that his brow was pressed upon its stones, muttering,
Slay me, Queen, and have done, but spare this lady and send her back to her own land, since the sin is mine, not hers, who was no priestess.
Now Amenartas stared at me with her bold eyes, then cried with a hard laugh,
Be not so sure, my Lord, for this is scarcely possible. Well do I remember looking upon her who was called
Isis-come-to-Earth
in the bygone days, especially at a certain feast that Pharaoh gave when she unveiled to show herself to Tenes, King of Sidon, who afterward took her as his slave. But that
