the litters waiting for us, and in one of these we laid his quiet form.
Thus at length we came back to Kôr at the hour of the dawn.
Again we lifted up the corpse of Kallikrates and carried it to the chamber where I slept. A thought came to me.
Philo,
I said, did you not tell me that among those who serve us in this temple are certain aged medicine-men who declare that knowledge of the arts whereby the people of old Kôr preserved their dead from corruption has come down to them, which arts they still practise from time to time?
It is so, O Queen,
for so he named me now. There are three of them.
Good. Summon them, Philo, and bid them bring with them their instruments and spices.
Awhile later the three appeared, very aged, cunning-looking men who had upon their hook-nosed faces the stamp of high and ancient blood. I pointed to the body of Kallikrates and asked,
Are ye able to hold back this holy flesh from the foul fingers of decay?
If he be not more than forty hours dead,
answered one of them, we can do so in such fashion that when five thousand years have passed it will seem as it does at this hour, O Queen.
Then to your office, Slaves, and know that if ye do as ye have promised ye shall receive great reward. But if ye lie to me, ye die.
We do not lie, O Queen,
he said.
Forthwith they lit a fire outside the chamber and thereon set a large earthen pot. In this pot, mixed with water, they placed dried leaves of a certain shrub, in shape long and narrow, and boiled them to a broth, whereof the pungent odour seemed to
