late, too late!
I moaned, and bending down kissed him on his brow of ice.
Then I began to think and swiftly. Had he not warned me when I bade him farewell a while before that we spoke together for the last time? Where was my faith who had forgotten that the prophecies of Noot were always true? So he had gone to his rest in the bosom of Osiris, and on me had fallen his mantle. I, Ayesha, was the guardian cf the Fire of Life whereof alone I knew the secrets and held the key! The knowledge struck me like a blow; I trembled and sank to the ground. I think that for a little while I swooned and in that swoon strange dreams took hold of me, half-remembered dreams, dreams not to be written.
Presently I rose and going to the doorway summoned the others, who stood there huddled together like sheep before a storm.
Enter,
I said, and they obeyed. Now be seated and eat,
I went on, pointing to the table on which the food was ready.
Where is the master of the feast, Prophetess? Where is the holy Noot whom we have walked this fearful road to see?
asked Kallikrates, staring about him.
Yonder,
I answered, pointing to the depths of the shadow, yonder—dead and cold. You tarried too long at Kôr, Kallikrates. Now you must seek his counsel and his absolution at another table—that of Osiris.
Thus I spoke, for something inspired the words, yet ere they had left my lips I could have bitten out the tongue that shaped them. Was this the place to talk of the Table of Osiris to the man I loved?
